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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 19:01:09 GMT -5
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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 19:05:14 GMT -5
(Thanks :3- And yay, bad timing! ) A pink gem blinked into the theater while the lights were off, feet planted firmly on the armrests of a seat. She glanced around, obviously confused, but made no sign of moving. Instead, she kept her hands clutched together underneath her heart-shaped gem, and looked around for a moment once the lights came on. She'd never seen this place before- and what was she standing on? A new thought occurred to her; maybe it was Pink, trying to get her to lose the game? Ooo, what a sneaky trick! She smiled widely, before chirping: "Pink! Stop it, I know you're here!" There was a small pause. "Does that mean I win?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 21, 2019 19:13:27 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room....? | mintedstar/fur |“Uhh...” Matt swallowed hard, breath beginning to come in short, choppy intervals as his head started to cloud over. He screwed his eyes shut, heart pounding in his throat. “Oh god...uh...” He tried to stand, but hit his head on one of the wooden support frames and sank back down, back pressed against the wall. “I can’t breathe, I already can’t breathe,” he said, chest beginning to heave as the feeling worsened. “We’re using up all the air, we’ve gotta be...we’re gonna suffocate, there’s not enough air in here...”
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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 19:38:54 GMT -5
(Yep! She's my all-time favorite Steven Universe character ever and she's precious and yeah <3)
(Excited to butcher her character heh)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 19:42:13 GMT -5
Myrnin | Mystery Room | Everyone Like someone had turned something off within Myrnin, he responded to no one around him. Unlike Shade, however, as the lights darkened and then returned, he did not rush toward the fallen body. The vampire stiffened, back ramrod straight. He turned, steps practiced and pointed. It wasn't even really walking, it was a stiffer form of stalking. He moved across the carpeted aisle between the seats, eyes alight and reflecting the lights from the theater. He reached up and took the clothes pin off his nose. Each step of his foot seemed loud, like he was paying special attention to each one but still trying to keep the same speed. It was pointed. It was only a very observant blinker who would notice he was looking out of the corner of his eyes at the other blinkers. He rounded the corner, ending up standing by Shade. It was only then that he crouched down by Joey. He could tell he was dead, of course he could. He'd just mentioned all that about heartbeats a couple of times. He tilted Joey's head, apparently not caring one bit about 'messing up the crime scene'. He frowned, then pealed back an eyelid. Then he looked at Joey's neck again. "Other than the rather obvious cause of death," he muttered. "I'm not sure what else there is to say." He straightened, glancing around the room. "I don't know him," he admitted. "I feel like this is too big of a set up for it to be a House generated person. Look at the number of people who are here. This is big." His eyes flashed red and his lips pealed back. He spoke very loudly, everyone would be able to hear, "Well? If we are repeating the Arena Room, I would like to know. This is the House. We don't kill each other. And we certainly don't do so and let others believe your innocence. If the House made someone do this, I think it would be better to state it now. I could always try to smell you on this poor man, and you wouldn't like what I'd do to you after." His fangs unsheathed, a very plain threat. "I blinked in first. He was dead before that. Does anyone want to deny that this is just a petty game room?" Myrnin seemed furious, but holding it back in case it would get out. It seemed like a great effort, but he retracted his fangs. He almost shuddered, then shook his head. "Sorry," he muttered, looking down at his feet. "I shouldn't have shouted." He looked back at Shade. "I should just check to see if I can smell anything on the body." He leaned down again, lifting the hem of Joey's shirt, sticking his nose practically into the fabric.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 21, 2019 19:58:39 GMT -5
Ronan | Mystery Room | Everyone Ronan jumped up on the stage, and he didn’t back away as more people joined him at the body. His face was a mask of lines and edges, impossible to read, except for the slight curl of his lip. He looked up, scanning every face. His eyes paused on Daud and Vincent especially, and he straightened up from his crouch by the body and fixed his eyes on Myrnin as the older man began to speak. “Right, yeah, what he said.” He spoke up, his whole body turned just slightly away from Myrnin. “What is this, a f*cking murder mystery? Someone better start explaining what the hell is going on or things are gonna start getting ugly.” Strangely, the teen’s head tilted up as he finished, as though he were addressing the ceiling. He opened his mouth to say more, but happened to glance at Myrnin at a very unfortunate time and froze. “Dude, are you a vampire?” He asked in a completely different tone. Curious. An inch away from polite, even. It was like the dead body didn’t matter much in the face of this new discovery.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 21, 2019 20:25:05 GMT -5
Shade watched the subtle chaos around the room, frowning deeply when nobody seemed to recognize the recently deceased. "Well isn't this peachy..." Lifting her chin, she stared at Myrnin as he spoke, not reacting beyond the fur along her tail slowly flattening. About halfway through his speech, she lifted her hand and gently set it over his shoulder. "Be careful my friend, I imagine jumping to aggression is what the house wants. You're right to be angry though, this is a very big issue. We'll figure it out," she told him, letting her hand slide away as he bent to try and pick up some sort of scent. At that point she looked back up to the newbie, smirking slightly. "He sure is. Isn't he super cool?" she said, pride for her company dripping from her tone. "I should forewarn you that things like this are very normal here in The Paradox House," she added, sounding a bit grimmer as she looked back down at the body.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 21, 2019 20:41:25 GMT -5
Vincent’s jaw was just slightly parted, a look of surprise and amusement melded across his expression as he observed the responses of the others in the room. His brain was running quickly, rapidly noting everything he could about each person in the first few moments of chaos. As Myrnin spoke he watched him closely, smirk tugging. The newbie was quick to support the vampire, along with the grey skinned woman who had greeted him so kindly earlier. The man neared, his fingers intertwined and elbows bent upwards in a respectful manner, but his smile betrayed his solemn approach. He watched Myrnin as he advanced, stopping a comfortable distance from the others, just near enough so he could see the body fully. “What about this makes it a murder?” He inquired, eyeing the vampire’s company by the staircase as he spoke. He sounded genuinely curious, but the smirk that had been toying on his lips had yet to fade.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 21, 2019 20:48:36 GMT -5
The actual body | Mystery Room | Literally everyone else Commotion caused by the group had no effects on what was formerly Joey. Now on the stairs was the bruised and mutilated corpse of a young teen whose body had been littered with a myriad of hints. Such hints glistened once the body was rustled such as the smell on his clothes and the tacky blood that had seeped into his clothes. Another evident feature besides his obvious death was the strap that connected to his backpack that had been hurriedly tucked beneath him. Given another sniff the smell of snow and cologne was present tinted by the metal stench given by his injuries. Another jostle by Shade led to a rattling noise from his pocket only to fall promptly on the stairs, accompanied by a lanky cord that had been obviously plugged into a clunkier object nestled inside of the deceased's many pockets. Whatever had slipped onto the stairs was a pill bottle, its contents hidden behind the plastic case.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 20:52:16 GMT -5
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.” Kid growled low in his throat with frustration. He didn't have anything sharp. But he tried anyway, hitting his side of the glass with the bucket which came on the metal platform. It crumpled on impact, not even scratching the glass. Water fell below and the impact backlash hurt Kid's hands - already easy to ache and damage - caused him to gasp and drop the bucket. He curled his body over the railing, body tense, and unable to hold back the trembling as his hands hurt painfully. After several large gasps, he was able to focus on the glass again. To Sherlock, he said hoarsely, "No luck." He squinted through almost tear filled eyes at what was happening behind the glass. Sherlock was right about Suspect 2 noticing. They had, but where Kid had expected them to finish the job, something else happened. The image was shaking, like there was an earthquake behind the glass, but not where Kid and Sherlock were standing. Suspect 2 froze, head turning this way and that as if they were trying to locate the source of the movement. Kid's eyes narrowed. There was something about the shaking. It was almost like the movement of an earthquake, but it seemed too timed. Something niggled at the back of his mind, but if it was only shadows than he couldn't be quite sure. Suspect 2 seemed to get their bearings and then back away again, this time the intention behind them looking around was very different. Like they were checking that there wasn't anyone watching. Then they spun, and ran. Each step seemed to be practiced, like they were used to walking on the rocking scenery. It was only when Suspect 2 was out of sight that Kid noticed Suspect 1 was moving. Then Suspect 1 stood up, brushed themself off, and looked after Suspect 2. Kid gaped. Then the rocking scene started to move past his sight, like Suspect 1 was standing on a boat or a train. Or however this scene was being filmed or seen was on a train or a boat. Which was what Kid had suspected it was. Where they watching a video? "Sherlock," he pointed out, thinking about the scene they'd just seen more than anything else. "This is all just weird enough to feel like we're looking through a pair of really tall glasses." He shook his head though. "What did you think all that was? Suspect 1 ... wasn't that hurt? Or was the aim to frame Suspect 2?"
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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 21:21:36 GMT -5
Daud watched Myrnin's display, not seeming to be very impressed as he stepped forward, examining the body. "If you were planning on finding the culprit like a dog, you shouldn't have so many people touching it," he said dryly. His eyes glinted as Vincent spoke, and he glanced at him with some flicker of interest before turning back to the stairs. "He could be right. How do we know this wasn't just a rather... unfortunate tumble down the stairs?" He circled the body, arms behind his back before looking curiously at the bottle that had tumbled out of the body's pocket. Kneeling, he picked it up, frowning at the orange case and white cap. "What is this?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 21:42:38 GMT -5
</div> "Shhh," reassured The Doctor, leaning over and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Okay ... apparently someone was claustrophobic. "Close your eyes, okay? Just close your eyes. You're not running out of air. A human needs about a hundred liters of air per hour and there's at least twenty-four hours worth of air here. And that's assuming that the House does not have walls which connect to the hallway or rooms and is just a square room." She didn't point out that, in theory, Matt didn't actually know if there was any outside to get air from, so the main rooms of the Paradox House could just as easily run out as behind the walls. "I need you to focus on my voice, okay. Here are my hands." She placed both of her hands in Matt's. "Now, do you think you can follow me Matt? We're going to get out of here." She needed to find a bit of wall without so many beams in the way. Then she'd try to cut through it. "We're going to be just fine. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise."
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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 21:52:22 GMT -5
The gem squinted, trying to see why there was a crowd near the person on the ground. "What'cha guys doing?" She called. "Playing a game?" Ooo, maybe she could play too. Imagine that- playing two games at once! She would be awful at tag at the moment, though, or something else that required moving around. Speaking of games... "Is Pink playing with you guys? Is she over there?" She called again, her voice loud and abrasive.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 21, 2019 22:04:50 GMT -5
Myrnin | Mystery Room | Mostly Shade, Vince, Daud, and Ronan Scowling at Daud, Myrnin pointed out, "Then back up, dummy." He pointed at Daud, waving his finger around. "Like ... Mr. Marshmallow Stick ... I wouldn't mess with those." He tiptoed over and tapped the lid of the container that Daud was holding. "They're probably that guys. They aren't exactly suspicious by themselves." He reached into his own pocket and pulled out an almost identical container. "See. Like ... lotta people have them." He shoved the bottle back into the pocket before anyone could read the label on it. He looked at what Daud had instead. "Only I can't tell if that has any words cause your hand is blocking the way. Maybe read that before asking questions?" Then he spun, pointing both his index fingers at Ronan in finger gun movement. "Yup. That's me. Vampire. Name's Myrnin. And what Lady Shade said." Then, without warning, he jumped a couple feet forward and stuck his nose in Vincent's hair, sniffing loudly. This required him to stand on tip toes, because he couldn't make up the difference in height. He almost at once pulled away, but grabbed Vincent by the shoulders, saying accusingly, "You smell good!" As if this was a crime worse than the murder. "And," he added, shaking Vincent gently. "It's a murder because of these." He let go with one hand and unsheathed his fangs again. He pointed at them. "I know what a murder looks like. It's about the presentation! This isn't how humans die!"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 21, 2019 22:29:56 GMT -5
Vincent’s pale eyes found Daud almost immediately when the man spoke, his upper lip twitching in amusement. What he said was true, after all, because similar to the concept of contamination at any other crime scene; Myrnin might find it troubling to pin a culprit with too many overlapping scents on the body. His eyes narrowed on Ronan for a moment, smirk growing. He met Daud’s gaze briefly when the man agreed with him, his chin lifting slightly in acknowledgment. At the question he tilted his head slightly, then blinked in surprise when the vampire took the bottle for himself. He stared for a moment, smiling, then looked back at Daud to see where the man’s eyes were. Before he could speak, however, Myrnin was on top of him, breathing in his scent. He yanked his shoulder back quickly but Myrnin had already seized ahold of him, shouting out about the peculiar information he’d just gathered. He grinned at the sight of Myrnin’s fangs, seeming to forget why he’d reacted so violently to the vampires advance just a moment ago. “Then tell me,” he began coyly, transitioning with no hesitance, “how did he die?” His eyes were locked, demanding Myrnin’s answer before he would acknowledge the other noise of the room. Spinel’s misconception was distant in his ears, perhaps lending to his amusement but not worthy of his attention quite yet.
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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 21, 2019 22:35:44 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | Murder Room |
Enjolras took in the blinkers: a new kid, modern looking, that dour looking scarred man, Touka, Myrnin, Vincent, Shade, Nico- people he knew. He gave a genial nod to those he knew as they blinked in. As the room was thrust into darkness, Enjolras flinched. As the lights turned on and aimed toward the stage, he commented, "Ah, some sort of show?"
Enjolras cut off into an abrupt, stunned silence as the lights were cast about a limp, broken body. He blinked his blue eyes a few times before he answered Touka, shaking his head. "I... don't know. But whatever killed them could still be in the room-" He cast a glance up at the numerous little balconies, boxes for watching theater shrouded in darkness. "I don't think anyone should go off on their own."
The Frenchman started towards the stage as everyone seemed to gravitate towards the crime scene. As Myrnin spoke up, cold anger in his voice, Enjolras's brow furrowed and he cast a glance at everyone in the loose circle thronged around the body. "You mean, you think it was one of the blinkers? The House might just be putting us in a murder scenario and seeing who can survive." The longtime blinker looked a little pale.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 21, 2019 22:59:12 GMT -5
Shade | Mystery Room | Y'all Shade let the others chat it out, watching quietly as everyone debated whether or not it was an accident. "Normally I would agree it wasn't an accident, but given the presentation... And this is the house, Presentation is everything here." This was said to noone in particular as she backed out of the group to the body again. Her ears angled towards Enjolras and she frowned, tapping her nails over the cool surface below them. Looking at the rest of the group again, she looked them up and down much more closely, frowning deeper and shaking her head. Carefully she began to examine the body once more, looking at the strap that had been so sloppily shoved back underneath the body. "If you look more closely, it looks like its been meddled with. Nobody falls downstairs and lands like this. Some sort of force left its mark here," she pointed out to those still nearby. Cautiously trying not to bump anything else, she started examining the poor booptards backpack.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 22, 2019 11:11:29 GMT -5
Hange | Living Room | mintedstar/fur | “Hungry,” answered Hange, turning their attention away from the rest of the room to stare curiously at Myrnin. “And odd...very odd. So much to report - I shall have to write it all down, once I blink back! Oh my - I hope the House doesn’t undo all this once I go back, that would be a rather massive disappointment - did you know your heart’s beating? Mine’s not, why is that? Could I make it beat if I tried? I’ve noticed I need to breathe to talk, but not to live. Also, I can hear things I didn’t notice before - there aren’t any people in the halls, but the building itself makes noise, and so do you and I - clothes rustle rather loudly, don’t they? Do some vampires wear soft clothing to compensate??” They had run out of air again, and since it was still difficult to figure out how to make air enter their lungs, they were sucked into silence for a moment, eyeing Myrnin with wide, still-red eyes.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 22, 2019 16:39:49 GMT -5
Hungry, but not enough to attack him or unhinge their fangs. That was good. Myrnin relaxed a bit. "You'll be alright. Just get something to eat when you blink back home." He didn't elaborate on what Hange could eat or how they could get it. Either he didn't care or he trusted them to be smart enough to figure it out. Either way, he moved on to fast to be sure. "Oh," he said, but the word came out almost like an exclamation. He was ... surprised. Hange apparently wasn't regretful about the choice. It was a novelty. He still wasn't prepared to bet that they wouldn't be, but for now he was going to cross his fingers. And he literally did, both his hands cupped in his lap. "Yes, my heart's beating." He shifted slightly. It was a sign of nerves more than anything else. He didn't really care much whether or not people knew he was alive, so often his heart didn't beat. "It's a bit of a skill you have to relearn. The main reason why mine is beating is because I was scared." He seemed to admit this without struggle. His heart wasn't beating that rapidly, but it didn't need to. "I can spot and restart it whenever I want now, since I'm familiar with my own motor skills." As if it was as easy as lifting an arm or something. "For you, you'd probably have to trigger it by thinking of or doing something frightening. It often stops in your sleep, however, if you aren't practiced." Something told him it wouldn't take Hange the years it sometimes took new vampires to learn how to emulate a human. He'd give them a week to figure it out. He tilted his head in the direction of the hall, only now tuning into the fact that Hange was right about the House making noise. "Yesssss. That's true. I didn't notice. You're more aware of your senses right now because they're vastly better than your previous set. After living as long as I have, this is normal." He waved around at everything. "It should ... calm down a bit as you start to get used to it. I didn't actually think about the clothing thing." He lifted his arm and eyed the sleeve as if he hadn't seen it before. "Annnnnnd I don't know about other vampires but there is no way I am giving up my shirts." He hugged himself around the waste, asking like Hange intended to steal the very waste-coat off his back. "But you could, if you like. It might help with texture too." He shifted awkwardly, then pinched the bridge of his nose. There was a throbbing behind his eyes. He ignored it. It would go away soon anyway. "Did you want to try getting up?" The heightened senses were all well and good, but there was something to be said about the power in movement. Nothing ached (apart from how Myrnin currently felt, but that was an exception, not a rule), and everything from standing to running to walking felt lighter - powerful. Myrnin had a feeling Hange's usual bouncy energy would be ... interesting ... when coupled with vampire abilities. Technically, he already knew how, but it wasn't fair counting himself.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 22, 2019 17:10:35 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Living Room | mintedstar/fur “Interesting, interesting...” said Hange, still tuned intently into everything the much older vampire was saying. So, he’d been nervous too - understandable. If he’d killed them by accident, that probably would’ve turned into a significant weight on his conscience, even though they’d consider it their own fault for agreeing to the procedure in the first place. Somehow, they doubted that Myrnin would’ve seen it that way. “I’ll have to practice,” they decided, focusing their attention momentarily on the silence in their chest. “It might be difficult to explain if a doctor checks my pulse only to discover that I have none. Ah - no, the noise doesn’t bother me,” they added dismissively, as Myrnin suggested they change their clothes. “I suspect it would bother someone more sensitive, but my life is rarely quiet, between the Titans roaming about outside the walls and my own experiments. A bit more noise won’t make a difference.” Under normal circumstances, they would’ve immediately noticed the stiffness in Myrnin’s posture and his even-paler-than-usual complexion, but for the moment, they seemed too drawn in by the new world they were now living in to pay attention to such small details. So when Myrnin suggested they move, there was no hesitation - in their awe, they’d forgotten about all the other things they’d now be capable of. And when they moved, they really moved. What they’d intended to do was jump off the couch, hit the floor, and take off running, turning to use the hall as a runway and gradually gaining speed to see just how quick they could be. What really happened was that they launched themself off the couch, their feet barely touching the floor as they found themself propelled across the distance with such blinding, unbelievable speed that they had no time to turn into the hall, or even realize what was happening before they crashed with such incredible force into the opposite wall that they went straight through it, smashing the outer layer, the drywall behind that, and several wooden support beams before finally slamming into the back of the inside wall so hard that they left a considerable dent where they’d hit it. Dust and debris floated slowly out of the hole as if there’d been a small explosion, and as they sat up, another beam that had been knocked loose by the impact fell and hit them on the head, adding to all the splinters and dust already littering their hair. “AHA!” they shouted, elated and triumphant from their position inside the wall. “MYRNIN! MY HEART IS BEATING!”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 22, 2019 17:44:52 GMT -5
Truly, Myrnin should not have been surprised. He shouldn't, but he was. Hange blurred as soon as they got up and even though Myrnin's eyes could follow them, by the time he had gotten to his feet they had already slammed through the wall. He gaped at the plaster dusty, the broken beams, and nestled somewhere in all the rubble a triumphant Hange. Myrnin looked at them for a beat, then doubled over, clutching at his chest as he shook with silent laughter. That was what they picked out? From running faster than they ever had before to surviving a piece of wood falling on their head, and the thing they noticed was their heart. Myrnin couldn't breath, but it didn't matter for anything other than trying to voice the mostly silent cackles which were emitting from his mouth. It took him a couple seconds to compose himself and a few more to muster the ability to move faster than a slow shuffle. He picked his way over to the wall, leaning over, and waving at the floating plaster dust. He stuck out his tongue, the taste of his icky in his mouth, which really just meant that more got on his tongue. "Having fun?" he asked. His head tilted, listening to the familiar beat of Hange's heart. They had indeed managed to get it beating again. He reached out, lifting one of the beams off them and pushing it away. "You could have stabbed yourself with that. Then I'd have a bit of trouble on my hands." He leaned further in and flicked a curl of Hange's hair. There was a corresponding plume of dust. He moved his hand to over a hand up instead. "If you want to try running, I could race you down hall." He seemed tired, but his eyes were suddenly bright at his own suggestion. "Unless you broke anything. Then you might have to wait for that to heal." The novelty that they could break their wrist again and it would only take a couple hours at most to heal was a novelty that tasted odd to Myrnin's lips too. But it was, he thought after a second, a good prospect. He didn't have to worry about them in the same way. "Turning is tricky. Practice makes everything perfect." Though if Hange had ever seen Myrnin run, they'd have seen that he still didn't make turns fifty percent of the time. This was a thing about Myrnin, not vampires.
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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 22, 2019 19:19:28 GMT -5
(Thanks ^w^)
The gem pouted slightly. Hmph, no one was telling her anything- if only she could get a closer look... Well, Pink probably cheated, right? It was probably Pink who brought her here, to catch her off guard. Well, Spinel could kind of- sort of- cheat too. It wasn't like Pink was there, anyways. At least, she didn't see her. Her neck stretched out like elastic, until her head was above the other blinkers, peering at the person on the floor. "Hmm..." She mumbled loudly, although she had no clue what was happening, nor what the person was doing. "He looks kinda uncomfortable down there, should we move his arm?" She questioned, completely oblivious to the fact that he was dead. "It looks like it hurts, bad."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 22, 2019 19:27:32 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 Arthur | Living Room There was a beat, a second where Arthur looked very surprised that there was some inclusion in him being one of Raizel's friends. He hadn't known that Rai thought of him as a friend. He was pleased. He wasn't sure what to say about Raizel's desire to give his time to others while he was here. "Not exactly sure what you can do while you're here," he said, amusement in his tone. He looked toward the direction of the hallway, then turned back to look at Raizel to see if he was thinking the same thing. It seemed like a good start, anyway. "Do you want to go into a room?" He shifted position, chin lifting a little. He hadn't been a room since he started blinking in. "Unless you think it would damage your paper art." He supposed that was a valid concern to think about. "I'm not sure how much use I'd be in a room, but I would be interested in seeing," he added.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 22, 2019 23:06:38 GMT -5
Ronan | Mystery Room | Humanity Ronan finger gunned back, actually grinning in spite of the dead body almost touching his shoes. “That’s awesome.” He agreed with Shade, and shook his shaved head slowly, mouthing vampire as he let his hand fall back to his side. He looked down at the body again, and his face went just s shade more grim. “So nobody knows who this guy is? And you think one of the people here did it.” He looked around as he said the last part, his sharp eyes raking over faces as though he could tell who did it by the shape of their nose. “Screw that. How are we supposed to tell? No offense, but you losers don’t look like seasoned detectives to me. Actually, go ahead and take offense.” His lip twitched as he knelt beside Shade, watching her sort through the backpack with apparent intense interest. “Find anything?” He asked after a second, looking her in the eye as he spoke
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Post by Auransky on Sept 22, 2019 23:15:03 GMT -5
“I assure you, it’s just a scratch. No need to be so concerned for my well being-“ Elliot softly addressed, someone with a smile on his face, and a rather softer if not lighter tone then his usual neutral tone. The man was sitting on the forest floor, with his arm extended, and bandages were recently wrapped along his left wrist, after a minor scratch had been tended to. His body posture was very relaxed, as he tilted his head to address himself to someone across from him. The man wasn’t wearing any fancy fabrics this time around, rather simple cotton white short sleeve shirt, black tights, and a light black vest over the white shirt. He had a neck collar, a bracelet on his right wrist, a necklace, and an ear piece wrapped around the outside of his left ear. The man’s turquoise gaze was entirely softened as he chuckled. That chuckle was perhaps too long, as he had blinked into the house mid chuckle. The chuckle was genuine, emitting such a happy feeling and yet the same chuckle died in realization as the forest floor was now replaced with the wooden floor of the House’s living room. He looked over towards his extended left arm , where the bandage was almost completely wrapped around his wrist on the minor scratch. He wasn’t aware of Myrnin or Hange being behind him, nor did he sense them, let alone hear them-or was he blocking out the excess noise?? Regardless, at this moment in time his scent was human. Still not realizing the two individuals behind him, he brought his arm in, and finished wrapping the bandage around his wrist.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 22, 2019 23:56:33 GMT -5
Raizel softly laughed, quickly moving a hand in front of his mouth to restrain himself. “When i refer to dedicating my time to others, i mean to spend time with others, should they so desire it.” He softly clarified his earlier statement. He watched Arthur move around, then gesture in the direction of the hallway. When Arthur asked, he nodded without much thought. “That is perfectly fine.” He started walking in the direction that Arthur had gestured. When Arthur shared his concerns about exploration, he raised a hand pausing a few inches away from Arthur, then shook it sideways. “You are perfectly fine.” He assured. “Let’s just go, and see where it takes us.” He proceeded onwards down the hall.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 23, 2019 0:45:55 GMT -5
It had been about a week since his first blink.
"Where is the coffee maker?"
And a certain archangel's voice echoed through the airship's interior from the kitchen, the tone making it clear he wasn't in the cheeriest of moods. How could he be, after having spent the last several days straight trying to find any information on a Primal Beast with the power to transcend time and space like that, only to come up with nothing? Not only that, the horrifying version of the Sky Realm he had seen still haunted his mind, causing small pangs of anguish to shoot through his core whenever thoughts of it surfaced.
The crew were worrying over him as well, after he had returned home from his last blink with an unconscious crash landing right onto the deck of the ship, scaring them all awake. Needless to say, trying to explain both that and his disheveled appearance away afterwards had been... Interesting to say the least. He was miffed at himself for causing them concern, as they already had enough to deal with besides.
And now in the current moment, it wasn't hard to guess what had happened to the ship's coffee maker, completely setting the Primarch off into an angry tirade as soon as the realization dawned on him. Which, of course, had been the precise intention of the culprit behind its theft in the first place. He knew exactly what buttons to press to get what were normally rare reactions out of his fellow crewmate, as Sandalphon usually had rather strong composure.
When reality bending house weren't involved that is.
"I know you ran off with it again to spite me, you damned imbecile! I don't care how many times you ask or what you do, I absolutely refuse to indulge you with any brews! Do you hear me? If you don't return it within the next few moments, I'll send you-!"
Faster then the blink of an eye, the Grandcypher's kitchen was replaced with a familiar old hallway, and Sandalphon found himself hurling his sharp words at someone who no longer would hear them. His body stiffened, as memories of his first blink flooded his mind.
Not this again... Not right now...
The Primarch closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to regain his poise and let his anger simmer down. The nerve of that... man, running around wearing Lucifer's face, which alone was offensive enough. The fact he was constantly trying to get under Sandalphon's skin and rile the archangel up made him even more intolerable, which shouldn't have been physically possible.
Sensing someone approaching, he gave a short wince of embarrassment, before turning back to glance down the hall. His red eyes met with a pair of other blinkers heading his way. Neither of them were familiar, which was somewhat disappointing, as the group he had been with before had been quite dependable, plus at this point they weren't complete strangers. As quickly as he could, he tried looking as casual as possible while looking slightly away, hoping that would stave off any awkward questions.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 23, 2019 8:17:15 GMT -5
Hange | Living Room | mintedstar/fur |Myrnin’s laugh was contagious. Soon Hange was doubled over too, laughing but in a sort of stilted, wheezing way on account of it being difficult to make their lungs do what they were supposed to. “Oh yes, I suppose that would’ve been a problem,” they said, wiping their eyes as their mirth finally began to die down. “Would be a shame if my newly minted immortality was cut short thirty seconds after it became a reality, wouldn’t it?” They pushed the rest of the rubble off themself and stood up, brushing as much of the dust from their clothes as they could. “Oh dear, we seem to have destroyed the living roo - ah! Speaking of broken bones!” They held up their wrist, shooting Myrnin a triumphant grin as they removed the splint(updated since Myrnin’s cobbled together version) and let it fall to the floor. They rotated the joint slowly, fascinated by how the break had completely repaired itself in the minutes since becoming a vampire. “A race??” they said, attention flitting away from the subject rapidly as Myrnin made the suggestion. “Oh, yes of course - I wonder if you’re faster than me? Do vampires train like humans do - that is, to get stronger? Or are they born at their limit - oh, hello!” They switched tracks once again, distracted by Elliot’s sudden arrival. “How are - oh, you smell - he smells different, doesn’t he?” they noted, turning to Myrnin for confirmation. “Not human. Wrong blood.”
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