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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2019 0:02:23 GMT -5
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 19, 2019 6:42:03 GMT -5
Vincent blinked into the room standing not far from the other already present blinkers. He was missing his usual jacket, dressed in only the dark grey button up, which he seemed to have been meddling with before he’d arrived. His gaze lifted absently, looking around as the sound of voices distracted him from his work. The life in his eyes brightened a little when he spotted his company, and with a graceful slide past Enjolras, he stepped into the vampire’s view. He hadn’t planned to start conversation with the leech quite yet, but his pleasure with the opportunity to spend more time with him was apparent in the grin he sent his way. He then took a moment to regard Enjolras, smile lingering curiously. As always, his gaze was restless, scoping out whatever he could about the man.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 19, 2019 7:44:30 GMT -5
Ronan | Mystery room | Let’s do this thing A boy who looked to be around seventeen blinked into the theatre. His head was shaved and the sharp edges of a huge back tattoo edged up over his shoulder like black vines. He was chewing on the leather bracelet around his left wrist, but he dropped that instantly and stared as his surroundings shifted dramatically. He could hear someone mumbling, and he could see a couple of other people nearby, wandering the dim aisle. Slowly he began to move towards the stage. Then froze. Then began to move again, faster this time, until he swerved to intercept the mumbling dude with the ponytail. “Tell me where I am.” He said simply, making no effort to hide the threat in his voice. It didn’t look like he had a way to back it up, but then again it didn’t look like hand-to-hand combat was new to him either.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 19, 2019 8:55:22 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Living Room | mintedstar/furHange was still and silent for several more moments, eyes cold and staring blankly up at the ceiling with none of the usual depth behind them. One second. Three. Five. Fifteen. Thirty. Thirty-seven. Almost too quickly to see the change, the scientists’s eyes shifted from their usual light brown to a deep, intense red, and their pupils shrank to pinpoints, further highlighting the dramatic difference as they began to look back and forth, taking in every little detail of the ceiling they were staring at. Smells. Sounds. See everything. Blood. Heartbeat. Breaths. One. Two. Three. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.In one quick - unnaturally quick - movement, they twisted around and grabbed Myrnin by the collar, staring into his eyes with their own wide, mad gaze. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. The word repeated in their mind, more an instinct that a phrase, hijacking their conscious brain to the extent that it was unclear whether or not they were aware of anything but the feeling. Their eyes, still pinned on Myrnin, looked unfocused and wild - more like a wild creature than a person. It was eerie, especially if you’d known them before, because for the moment, there was very little of the original Hange behind those eyes.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2019 11:25:43 GMT -5
Maybe it was some great show of will that Myrnin didn't seem phased by Hange's sudden movement. Or he was too tired and didn't care. "Bite me then," he said, sounding tired but voice holding far to much understanding. But his hand came up fast, a speed which Hange could have match to counteract the movement, but Myrnin was betting they were too distracted to try and too unused to their new abilities and senses to wrap their head around how to in the first place. His hand gripped their collar as well and he pulled them away enough that he could get a hand into a pocket. "You're teeth aren't even out yet, so I'd rather focus on waiting for this old man to feel less like he was run over by a train. So he can find blood that is much better than another vampire's." Useless comment all around. Sure, Hange could hear him, but their current concern was survival, not listening to a Myrnin ramble. "If I'd known I'd be doing this I would have brought more blood," he muttered to himself, still holding Hange away. He doubted they wanted their first clear thought to be about attacking him. But he found the pocket and in it the bag of much smaller packets. He usually divided them up between pockets, but he'd recent changed clothes and hasn't gotten a chance to put them away. He opened the bag enough to fish out a single packet and then tossed the rest of the bag at Hange. They'd probably catch it if their nose was working right. It smelled exactly like what it was: blood. Myrnin's own package wasn't enough, it was only the size of a ketchup package at best, but he wasn't the new vampire. He gnawed at the package, fangs jumped out just long enough to punch holes though the covering before darting away again. It was hardly a taste, really, but it was enough to bring back his attention. He figured that what he'd given Hange might be better than nothing. It was room temperature, not fresh, and in much smaller amounts but he knew it would be enough that they'd be back to making logical decisions for themself. He was probably going to feel tired until he actually got some decent food in him. Hange would probably just be a bit peckish. "If that isn't enough I can spare a little more," he said leaning his head back against the back if the couch. But he was still watching Hange as he pointed to his wrist. There was still a bit of dried blood on it, but the wound had closed. The one on Hange's wrist had was well. Both arms were without scars, as if the last hour had never happened. He didn't mind if they did need more, he just needed to watch how much he could actually give. But that aside - his own exhaustion aside - he was paying attention to Hange's eyes and to their movements. It was a great weight off his chest (mentally. Physical, Hange still needed to back up, please and thank you.) that they were back. Moving, thinking, with a different sort of light dancing behind their eyes but not so different he couldn't recognize it as Hange's.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2019 17:57:32 GMT -5
He was slim alright. The Doctor leaned forward with a grin, trying to see through the gap in the middle of the wall. Matt fit, but she wondered if she could. Probably, though she wasn't as keen about attempting it as she might have projected. With hesitation, she said, "I think I could fit too, but that might be too much until you find somewhere to turn off. If it's possible to turn around any corner? Is there one?" She stepped forward, squirming through the hole and out on the other side. She had to hesitate, however, as she moved through the hole and behind her something seemed to shift. She ducked, looking back through the hole. "Matt ..." she said. "I think we triggered something." The hole in the wall was sealing.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 19, 2019 20:28:03 GMT -5
Touka | Mystery Room |
Touka Kirishima blinked into the theater, masked and crouched on the ground with the tips of her fingers just barely brushing the carpet.
After a moment, she stood up and removed the mask, clipping it to her belt, and swept her eyes over the other blinkers, expression neutral except for a slight upward quirk of one eyebrow. After she’d looked at each blinker in turn, she started to make her way towards Enjolras, steps light and careful as she went.
“Hey,” she greeted shortly, as she got close enough to be heard. “What’s up with this room? We know yet?” She glanced at Daud for a second as she addressed Enj, but glanced away a second later, seemingly disinterested in the new blinker’s presence.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 19, 2019 20:33:08 GMT -5
Matt | A Living Room | mintedstar/fur |“Aw, sh-,” said Matt, scrambling to untangle himself from the wall as the opening began to shrink - it seemed the House had decided to repair itself with him still inside. Something pulled at his foot and he looked down, only to see that his shoe had gotten wedged tightly between two planks, twisting his ankle in a painfully awkward direction. “Uhh...” he said, tone rising as he started to panic. “Hey doc, I’m, uh...stuck. Sh-, this is, uh...any suggestions????” He tugged again on his leg, harder this time, and winced as his foot didn’t come free. “Sooner would be better than later! Becoming a permanent part of the living room decor wasn’t exactly on my list of top ten things to do before I die...”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 19, 2019 20:40:38 GMT -5
| Hange | A Living Room | mintedstar/fur |As predicted, Hange caught the bag easily and tore into it, fingers moving frantically to rip the bag apart and grasp the packets inside. It was a messy process - they had none of Myrnin’s finesse, and so their meal resembled more of a toddler’s lunch than a fine dining experience. They tore through the contents of the packets with wild abandon, tossing aside the empty ones with no thought to where they would land and immediately digging for more. Only when the bag was completely empty did they stop, trembling slightly as the fuzz inside their brain began to fade, ever so slowly replaced with real thoughts. Hange thoughts. At first, just a line of two of senseless gibberish - bits and pieces of how to fix 3dmg 101 and A Titan History - but then, things seemed to sort themselves out even more, and very, very slowly, they looked up from the bag, staring at Myrnin with much of the wildness gone from their eyes, which remained red nonetheless. They still didn’t look altogether sane - they were covered in blood, after all - but they were still now. No longer frantic. “Myr......nin,” they said, voice hoarse as they tried moving a mouth that no longer had blood running through it, and breathing through lungs that no longer bothered to do it themselves. “Hhhhhhhello. Hell-o. HelloooooooooOOOOOOoooooooohhhhhh that is interesting,” they mumbled, seemingly fascinated by the sound of their own voice. They sat back a little, dropping the bag on the floor and staring, eyes wide with childlike wonder, around at the living room. “I take it it worked, then?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 19, 2019 21:07:37 GMT -5
Scooting off the couch, kicking a few of the mislaid bags before he plopped down on the carpet, Myrnin waved his hands around at the living room. His eyes seemed sharper now that Hange was talking. "It did indeed." He knew they could probably tell that themself. His voice was of normal tone, but it probably sounded louder to them, the tone of his accent richer, the syllables clicking together like the cogs in a machine. His waving hand cut through the air with an audible sound of displaced air. His heart was still beating at a very slow pace, but unlike humans his (and now Hange's) bodies made very little noise. "I promise you get used to it," he added, suddenly hyper-aware of these sensitive all this was now that he realized they would be paying attention to it. That ... terrified him. The idea that he had to think about this and that he might have gotten it wrong. His pupils dilated just a little and even though the smell of blood should have been turning them the same red as Hange's he was forcing his eyes to stay green. It took a detached sort attention, thinking about something else hard enough that he knew his eyes would be green and just green. This all felt very complicated. But he sat back against the foot of the couch now, forcing himself to look less tired. He couldn't hide the fact that he was about six shades paler than usual. Bloodloss did mean something to him. He did work out a suitable question, though it was mostly just for Hange to think about rather than him. He thought he already knew. "How are you feeling?"
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Post by Auransky on Sept 19, 2019 23:43:13 GMT -5
Raizel’s expressions softened. He felt relieved, almost happy to be sharing this openly. It made a part of him, like the side jammed into a bottle, feel like space had been brought back to his cramped world. He had spoken with this many times with his two closest friends’ but rarely to an outsider, much less a stranger. Then again, this wasn’t a stranger, this was a familiar face, an acquaintance of sorts, could he call Arthur a friend? Maybe he could, given that he himself had gotten to know Myrnin as well. He nodded slowly. “I appreciate your willingness to listen.” He gratefully replied. “It’s a selfish wish of mine, but for the same reason that I have been isolated from the world, it becomes a mission of mine to understand it.” He shrugged now, leaning his head to the side. “Of course, this mission comes at the cost of confusion and frustration.” He admitted now. “But I have the time, so..I will eventually get it.” When Arthur asked if he had preferences, he couldn’t help but shake his head. “No..” He started. “While I did intend to show these” He shook his hand lightly to bring up the paper crafts, “to my friend, it doesn’t necessarily mean my day has been ruined. In fact, I did show these to a friend, I showed them to you.” He provided another smile, his expression beaming with gratitude. “I have them all, I’m positive.” He checkered again just for reassurance. “My other friend will still be waiting for me when I return to him. For now, I will use my time here, no.. I will give my time to whomever needs it.” He lightly nodded. mintedstar/fur / Living Room
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 20, 2019 1:06:07 GMT -5
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. I liiiiive. )) Kid was cleaning the window now. He didn't actually want to admit that he hadn't been before, he'd been so focused on trying to keep track of what was going on with the people on the other side of the glass that he had forgotten that there were other things which they needed to do. "Okay, got it," he said. He was trying to watch while also keeping track of his own hands. He could clean all he wanted, but if he missed what was going on then it wasn't much good. "The one in red was the Person B," he added. Which made the situation a bit confusing. He couldn't remember which had been the person being terrorized before, but he seemed to remember the positions being reversed. Kid tapped a finger against the window at the one who had had the gun. Was it something as simple as murdering a terrorizor? Or was it more than that? Either way, the scene seemed to be focused on them. Sherlock dealt with more dangerous killers than this seemed like, didn't he? So ... why was the House giving him something simple? Kid dealt with other sorts of crime. Murders were what he was framed for and it was Shinichi who worked those out - often after Kid already had. So ... if two smart people were in the room, why give them a simple case to solve? "This feels like a mind game," Kid said, a hint of anger in his voice. "We can't actually do anything to solve this. Depending on how stupid Person B - Suspect 2 - whatever is ... then there wont be any consequences for this. Does Suspect 1 look alive to you?" Kid couldn't tell. He was trying to clean a spot on the glass to see where Suspect 2 had gone.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 20, 2019 1:49:36 GMT -5
"Gee Vincent," said Myrnin, that manic grin thinning a little even though his voice sounded very serious. "Singling me out like that. I have a girlfriend, you know. And she doesn't much care for your snark." The words were cheery, but delivered like ice picks. It was an interesting contest how Myrnin was using bright words to stab at Vincent. He completely turned away, finding the newbie with his eyes. There might not have been any actual intention to ignore Vincent, since Myrnin's body was turned ever so slightly as if to still acknowledge the other blinker's presence. The newbie was faced with a pale man in a overlarge sweater and baggy knee-breaches. If that wasn't enough, the clothes pin was still perched on his nose. Myrnin bounced on his heals several times, looking Ronan up and down. "You're not fishy?" he pointed out. Maybe he thought Ronan didn't know this. "This is the Paradox House. Ask someone who isn't Vincent to explain it. Vincent is not a good first person to talk to." His voice sounded like he had a cold. He pointed at Ronan, the finger inches from Ronan's nose. "Who are you?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 20, 2019 17:17:26 GMT -5
Vincent raised his eyebrows as his name was spoken by his favorite individual in the room, quick to turn his attention to the vampire with a pleasant smile. He eyed him expectantly for only a moment, then smiled fondly as he addressed him. “Have you been talking about me, then?” He inquired, sounding delighted. His smile went dark for a moment, lips parted slightly as though he had something else to say, then grinned as the newbie took the chance to speak out. If the man was upset to have Myrnin’s attention stolen away he didn’t show it, as his gaze found Ronan with equivalent intrigue. Shamelessly, with his hands folded neatly behind his back, he watched the newbie’s body and face as he spoke, pale eyes moving steadily up and down even as Myrnin spoke down on his name. The most telling sign that he’d heard the diss was a smug twitch of his lips, but he seemed otherwise unfazed.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 20, 2019 18:05:27 GMT -5
Shade | Mystery room | The void of this room
Shade blinked in with her hands on her hips, glaring at something with a stone-cold expression while she tapped her foot. The moment she was faced with a tall room featuring a stage, the massive red drapings dimly lit. Something about the sight made her grin momentarily, then she let it fall and turned herself around to look at the rest of the room. Her eyes lingered on the few she recognized, but those she didn't were thoroughly examined. Very slowly her arms folded over her chest and she began to make her way towards the rest of the group, stopping far enough away that she wouldn't interfere with their conversation but still tune in. As she stood listening, she continued looking around the room. Her nose scrunched up slightly and she drew her shoulders more closely together. At the mention of a newbie her ears flicked up and she looked over abruptly, her expression softening to a sort of curious stare, then moreso once she realized the very man talking to said newbie was Myrnin. Now smiling, she began to inch closer again.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 20, 2019 18:50:48 GMT -5
The Doctor squeezed herself further through the space, glad that she wasn't claustrophobic. Her steps were hurried as she made up the distance between herself and Matt. "It's okay," she said, not really believing it but wanting to keep Matt calm. As soon as she reached the other blinker, she tried to lean down but was unable to because of the tight confines. She used her foot to nudge at Matt's foot and her hand to pull him back rather than forward. In the time it took to do that, the main hole that she had helped punch through the wall closed up behind them. They'd been blocked off from returning to the living room. "This is slightly problematic," said The Doctor. That was an understatement. "How are ya at small, dark spaces." She couldn't see anything now. It wasn't even dim, it was pitch black. Nothing seemed to be caught in the wall. But they were stuck behind it. "Very Edger Alan Poe," the Time Lady muttered.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2019 20:05:17 GMT -5
Ronan narrowed his eyes, either puzzled or annoyed as he was labeled “not fishy”. “Yeah, well, you’re not fishy either.” He pointed out, as if this canceled out the previous comment. Maybe it did. As the older man went on, Ronan’s eyes narrowed even further. It wasn’t clear whether or not he was buying any of it, but from his body language he was less in shock and more wary. Tense. Ready. He glanced quickly around at the others as they moved, his eyes scanning them like a deer scanning the woods for sudden movement. He didn’t lock eyes with anyone, and in less than a minute he was looking steadily back at Myrnin. “Are you Vincent?” He asked blandly, his lip curling into something like a smile, but less friendly. He didn’t give his name, and he didn’t back away from the finger inches from his face, although he did consider it for a quarter of a second as though he was tempted to bite it.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 20, 2019 20:45:56 GMT -5
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. I liiiiive. )) Kid was cleaning the window now. He didn't actually want to admit that he hadn't been before, he'd been so focused on trying to keep track of what was going on with the people on the other side of the glass that he had forgotten that there were other things which they needed to do. "Okay, got it," he said. He was trying to watch while also keeping track of his own hands. He could clean all he wanted, but if he missed what was going on then it wasn't much good. "The one in red was the Person B," he added. Which made the situation a bit confusing. He couldn't remember which had been the person being terrorized before, but he seemed to remember the positions being reversed. Kid tapped a finger against the window at the one who had had the gun. Was it something as simple as murdering a terrorizor? Or was it more than that? Either way, the scene seemed to be focused on them. Sherlock dealt with more dangerous killers than this seemed like, didn't he? So ... why was the House giving him something simple? Kid dealt with other sorts of crime. Murders were what he was framed for and it was Shinichi who worked those out - often after Kid already had. So ... if two smart people were in the room, why give them a simple case to solve? "This feels like a mind game," Kid said, a hint of anger in his voice. "We can't actually do anything to solve this. Depending on how stupid Person B - Suspect 2 - whatever is ... then there wont be any consequences for this. Does Suspect 1 look alive to you?" Kid couldn't tell. He was trying to clean a spot on the glass to see where Suspect 2 had gone. Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur
(Welcome back to the land of the somewhat alive cx)
Sherlock peered through the glass as well as he could, trying to see the person who’d gone down. It was a mind game, all right. He knew that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t try his hardest to solve it. If the House wanted to play, it was game on. “I can’t tell.” He answered, tension clear in his low voice. He scrubbed harder, trying to see the figure on the floor better, and let out his breath in a low huff. “It’s a classic crime tv show. I hate them, but sometimes John watches them and I can’t help overhearing how annoyingly obvious it is who did it. It’s like that. We can figure out what happened well enough, we just can’t do a thing about it.” He snorted. The House would give him something he was actually good at, only to put a twist on it that acted as a handicap. He could solve it; he could do nothing more. “I think Suspect 1 is moving.” He said sharply as the figure’s hand twitched, and he tried to move forward but ran into the glass with a low curse. “Dammit, Suspect 2 is about to notice. There’s got to be something we can do, some way to break this bloody glass...look for a weapon, anything sharp, do you have anything sharp? It seemed like they’re both the antagonist but there’s not a lot I can do if they’re dead.”
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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 20, 2019 23:14:00 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | The Mystery Room |
Enjolras tilted his head back as Vincent eyed him with that uneasy smile. As Daud approached, he quirked an eyebrow at the newbie, who looked rather dour and intimidating. Sort of a Hook looking character, in a way. His expression lightened as Touka greeted him, glad to see a familiar face.
"Bonjour." He replied. With a nod toward the stage, he continued, "No, but it looks like it'll be some sort of performance that we either have to watch or be in. Personally, I hope it's the former."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 16:09:38 GMT -5
Myrnin's mouth parted, looking flabbergasted, as it seemed like Ronan was accusing him of being Vincent. "No!" he said. "It's him." The offending finger swiveled and pointed at Vincent. At least this time it wasn't directly in Vincent's face. "I'm Myrnin. Much different person." The vampire paused as soon as he noticed that Shade had blinked in, then skipped (hopped?) in place a little. Then he raised his hand and waved wildly at her. "Lady Shade! Lady Shade! You whoo!" Then he pointed at Ronan again, several times. In a stage whisper, he added onto what he'd said to Shade, "Could you explain to 'em what up? I'm bad at this." He rounds on the room at large, adjusting the clothes pin he had pinched over his nose. Rubbing at a place under his chin, he announced briskly, "This place smells like death." He scanned the room over, jumping from blinker to blinker. "Can anyone else? Smell it." He pointed skyward. "Like ... fishy. Smells fishy." It was unclear whether he meant the dead thing smelled fishy or whether he meant 'fishy' like suspicious. He did glance in Touka's direction now, tilting his head as if inquiring what she thought. "Four," he added. "Four blinkers with accelerated heartbeats. Can you smell it?" He waved at Ronan. "You're dismissed. You're new. You're allowed to be a scaredy cat."
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 21, 2019 16:51:23 GMT -5
Nico | Mystery Room
Nico blinked in, a scowl on his face. The way his hand rested on the hilt of his sword was deceptively friendly, but the tension seemed to drop away from him at least a little bit at the sight of the house. His gaze darted between faces, cataloguing who he knew and who he didn't know. He didn't come any closer to the people there, but he gave a friendly nod to the people he recognized - Myrnin, Enjolras, Shade... was that it? His hand rested on his sword still, seeming to clench a bit as his gaze darted towards the stage. He remained wordless, content to see where the room would take him.
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Sept 21, 2019 17:26:17 GMT -5
| The Mystery Room |
Suddenly the wall lights went out, temporarily casting the room in darkness. There was the sound of a few creaks and the buzz of light bulbs as the ceiling mounts turned on, apparently operating on its own accord. The spotlights aimed at the stage, highlighting the curtains and polished floorboards. The curtains shifted and made a click as they rolled open. The lights moved again, two separate beams combined together as it shone to the space being revealed. It wasn't much of a setup, actually. In fact, it looked like the stage had only been half finished. A few spare props hung about idly. But the spotlight continued on, quickly shifting towards the back corner as the last of the curtain was pulled offstage. A shoddy pair of makeshift stairs was highlighted, and lying right at the bottom was that of a young man - Joey. He was face down, legs splayed behind him on the last of the steps. An arm collapsed under him was twisted in a way that should never be, and his body stayed limp and unmoving.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 21, 2019 17:53:05 GMT -5
Vincent raised his eyebrows slightly as Ronan confused their names, turning a curious gaze to the back of Myrnin’s head to see how he would react. He gave a small smile as the vampire clarified his identity, his icy eyes passing over Ronan once more before turning his attention elsewhere. Eavesdropping on the pair was becoming predictable, and the man was growing bored. He tossed a curious look in the direction of the shapeshifter, Lady Shade as Myrnin called her, when she arrived. He tilted his head curiously as he took in her appearance, brows drawing in briefly as if he were trying to recall something. The look of confusion was quick to disappear, however. The room had managed to fill its self with wonderful individuals while he was distracted, and spotting them now Vincent seemed wholly pleased. He rotated slowly, taking in the atmosphere as the group took shape. He narrowed his eyes as Myrnin spoke from behind him, but didn’t bother to say anything before... Just as Myrnin had finished speaking, the room went dark. Vincent stopped, holding his breath instinctively as he strained to listen. As the sounds of movement filled the theater the man tensed, completely still as the spotlights blazed to life. His eyes tracked the silhouettes of the others in the room carefully as the curtains began to open, then faced the stage with a blank expression as the body became exposed. “Oh,” he murmured simply, a fascinated smirk playing on his lips.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 21, 2019 18:11:10 GMT -5
Ronan | Mystery Room | everyone in this situation “Hi, Myrnin.” Ronan said it like an insult, his eyes following the finger over to look at Vincent. He hesitated for a moment as though torn between two options, then turned firmly back to Myrnin. And scowled, his arms folding across his chest. “You wanna say that again?” He inquired in a dangerous tone that suggested it was not an invitation, but a warning. His blue eyes were still narrowed and sharp enough to cut, his hands folded into hard fists. Whether he would have done anything else was a mystery, because at that moment the lights went down and he whirled to stare at the stage, arms falling to a defensive posture, heart racing. When he could see again he let out a breath, but he was still tense and hard all over as the spotlights moved and the curtain pulled back to reveal.... If Ronan had been tense before, now he looked as brittle as a dead leaf. Shaken? Close, but not quite. It was hard to read the look frozen on his face, as though it had been carved there and would never shift again. Then he moved, towards the stage at a run.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 21, 2019 18:34:21 GMT -5
Shade lifted her hand and waved to Nico, smiling at him to acknowledge the nod. Abruptly her attention turned elsewhere as she heard Myrnin gleefully striking for her attention. "Hello my good friend!" she said as she approached, looking over Vincent and the newbie. Vincent she did recognize, having seen him from a distance a few times. Having not spoken to him properly yet, she just nodded in his direction. "It does smell like death, doesn't it? I'm not sure about the fishy part, but death indeed.." It was subtle, but you could see her nose twitching as she inhaled, pondering over the foul stench and seemingly unbothered.
Then she turned to the newbie and began to say, "I suppose we should explain where you are-" when the lights cut out and every bit of fur on her tail half bushed. When the lights came back up her expression was cold and her eyes hardened, even motherso after she noticed what lie on the stage. Briefly she glanced at Vincent, her eyebrows pulling together in a bit of a judgmental expression, then she shook her head and started after the younger fellow sprinting towards the stage. As if a wind were lifting her, she leaped smoothly onto the broad black expanse and slid over to the body to check the pulse, fumbling about with the individuals clothing for a moment before having any success.
"Dead," she murmured, re-positioning herself to stand. "Does anybody know who this is?" she asked the others in the room.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 21, 2019 18:42:12 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | @ everyone involved
“Well, that should be fun,” said Touka dryly, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall as she continued to survey the scene. “I guess as long as no one gets murdered, it’ll be fine, right? We’ll just have to keep an eye on the newbies.” Here, she jerked her head in Ronan’s direction. “You ever seen him? This might be his first room - hmm?”
She turned, distracted as Myrnin addressed her, and at the question, she sniffed the air, frowning as she did. “Blood,” she confirmed. “Human. Maybe somebody blinked in hurt?”
But then, as the curtains opened, the ghoul’s attention was drawn down to the stage, and as soon as she saw what was on it she froze, eyes widening as she stared down the stage at the grisly sight.
“Shit...” she hissed, turning a bit clumsily back to Enj and Myrnin. “Who the hell is that? Is it a House-generated guy...?”
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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 21, 2019 18:52:53 GMT -5
(Hi, I'm alive! Also, is it fine if I blink out Morrigan? I'm swapping her with a new character for now. Sorry~ :3) ~∂єѕтιиу, Shadepelt15, mintedstar/fur, and ®Hawkpath®
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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 21, 2019 19:00:44 GMT -5
Daud met Enjolras's gaze head on, noting the wary look. Holding Enjolras's gaze coolly until the other man looked away, Daud made no move to introduce himself, and simply turned back to the escalating display surrounding Myrnin. As he did, he caught sight of Touka, indifference creeping into his gaze. He remembered her at least. A soft scoff left him at the suggestion of putting on a play, and he lifted his head haughtily.
Myrnin caught his attention once again as he began flitting around the room, raving about a smell of death and hearing heartbeats. Daud's eyes narrowed as he tensed slightly, his gaze flickering to Touka as Myrnin asked her for confirmation. And confirm she did: blood.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness, making Daud start. One squeeze of his fist and the Outsider's mark glowed under his glove, yellow light seeping from his eyes as he triggered his dark vision, one hand going to his sword. Yellow forms appeared where the blinkers had vanished into darkness, and he knew what the stage had been hiding before everyone else: A body, solid yellow and unmoving, their position indicative of their demise. The lights came back and Daud's eyes returned to their normal icy blue as he frowned at the body and the stairs.
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