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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 23, 2019 8:23:37 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | @ everyone
Ignoring Enj’s advice, Touka jumped down from the balcony, landing solidly on her feet and heading immediately for the corpse.
“Move,” she demanded, shoulders squared as she pushed her way past the gathering crowd that was Daud, Myrnin, and Vincent. She looked at each of them in turn, seeming to take in who was around, and then knelt down, running her eyes over the body. When she was done looking, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of plastic, surgeon-type gloves, slipping them on before rolling the body over and pulling the backpack off his back. She took a short breath, and then unzipped the first pocket, moving to look inside.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 23, 2019 8:27:46 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room...? | mintedstar/furMatt stayed pressed against the wall, rocking back and forth a little and taking deep, forced breaths through his nose as he tried to focus on the Doctor’s voice. He was fine. They had enough air. They were fine. Everything was fine. Just stay calm, Matt. You’re not in a wall. You’re in your house. This is all just your imagination, right? If he tried hard enough, he could almost imagine that he wasn’t here, and that made him a little calmer. He just had to....not think about being trapped. Whoops. Thought about it again. “Please just get us out of here,” he said shakily, from his position on the floor. If he just stayed still...if he just didn’t think about it...
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 10:15:46 GMT -5
Hange was back. There was no denying or mistaking it. Myrnin was very grateful. He noted Hange wiping at their eye. They were probably so used to the action that they hadn't noticed the difference in color. They cried blood now, like him. But the questions! Oh the questions! Myrnin turned to face Elliot, answering full force, "No training. I don't know if I can go faster, but you're made at your limit. If you were fast as a human, you'll be fast as a vampire. Regulating your speed is something you learn. Hello Elliot, yes he smells different. No, he's not a human, though he certainly smells closer to one than what he actually is. Elliot, this is Hange. Hange, that's Elliot. He's a vampire. Not from my universe, so he's a bit different. Vampires from my world almost don't have a smell." Or something like that. The vampires weren't even from "his" world anymore. As far as he knew, he'd just created the first vampire in Hange's world. So he supposed he couldn't say vampires from his world. It was vampires from our worlds. There was another thing. Could Elliot tell what Myrnin had done? He couldn't help tensing at the thought. Would it matter? He tried to brush the feeling off by asking, "We were planning on racing. How fast are you?" Elliot probably had something equal to blurring, right?
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 10:48:15 GMT -5
Myrnin | Mystery Room There was a deep, rattling sigh in Myrnin's throat. He clearly wouldn't ordained to tell Enjolras about the obvious facts which had already been pointed out, but he did say, "I can still smell the fear too. And it is too perfect. Too set up." He was still gripping Vincent's shoulder, almost distracted. He was drawn back almost a second later, completely forgetting his fangs were still out. The look he shot Vincent was shock. Then frustration. He searched Vincent's eyes for a second, as if trying to find something there. It took a little to notice he was humming something under his breath. Before he actually addressed Vincent, he sung a line of whatever was stuck in his head, with the absentminded mumble of a man trying to hold in the strong desire to shake a breakable human (or whatever else it was possible for him to do to Vincent which would appropriately express the feeling of Myrnin's ears going hot). " What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yeeeeees. Loathing, unadulterated loathing …" The words trailed off from their current track - maybe because Myrnin had forgotten the words. There was another second before he resumed regular conversation. "He was murdered." He made it sound like murder was a cause of death, and clearly Vincent had missed this. He pointed several times at the body, checking back regularly at the other blinkers. He poked Vincent in the chest with his free hand. "And you smell nice! So does the dead body. What do you have to say for yourself?" It was rather clear from his posture that someone was going to have to drag him away from Vincent or otherwise successfully distract Myrnin before he'd let go of Vincent's shirt.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 23, 2019 13:41:17 GMT -5
When the voices in the back addressed him, he forcefully twitched his right shoulder back. He blinked, realizing that he wasn’t alone. Or had they just blinked in, or had he blinked it? But then there was the other question-was he so focused on her that he drowned everything out. Briefly shaking his head, he stood up then proceeded to straighten his clothes. He turned his head to spot Hange, who seemed to be greeting him.
He appreciated Hange’s company, the individual was tolerable- and seemed to carry an ambition to learn more. And so far-on a spectrum of people he’d rather be with. He raised his right hand to greet the scientist, only to drop his hand down. Hange’s words were only now registering to him-and that is a downside... He blinked, turning his entire body to face Hange, and also Myrnin-who also was present in the room.
He crossed his arms now, raising a rather questionable brow as Myrnin introduced him to Hange. He nodded now, “Yes, we have met, but I always appreciate a reintroduction.” Back home, everyone reintroduces themselves, I stopped caring there... And yet Myrnin further added to his forming questions. Speed, blood, smells, why are both of them-Last time I checked.... He glanced over at Hange, even more confused. He blinked a few more times in confusion. Never mind his confusion, there was a few things he was processing-especially the comments relating to his scent. Then it clicked, with him as he reached over with his right arm to remove the ear piece wrapped around his left ear. “N-Nevermind that...” He removed the earpiece from his left ear. Then he proceeded to remove the bracelet from his right wrist. Next he wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, to remove the necklace around his neck.
As he removed the necklace, his eyes flashed between Turquoise to red, before slowly fading back to Turquoise. The human scent was entirely removed from him, as the three pieces of jewelry have been removed. He tossed the jewelry in the air behind him, each piece disappearing quickly as it was thrown. He looked at Myrnin then Hange, then Myrnin again before looking at Hange before returning his attention to Myrnin. “Why?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 14:06:10 GMT -5
(Oh my gosh, that is such a cool concept, Dia! I completely forgot that stuff existed in your world! O.O )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 15:26:53 GMT -5
The Doctor wasn't able to get Matt to move with her first choice of options, and she had no intention of using her last resort. So instead she tried to crouch as much as she could, though the confines were very difficult to work with. "Listen to my voice," she repeated. "I'm going to describe our surroundings." And then she lied through her teeth - but was it really a lie if Matt knew it was? "Below you is a metal floor. It's cool to the touch, almost porous in texture. You can feel the bolts, if you stretch out your fingers." She took Matt's hand, finding it in the darkness. Something was in it. A piece of metal, pulled from one of the many things she had broken apart. "There's a window to your left. The glass reflects your face when you look through it, but right now it's too dark to see it. Outside, there's the vague shape of a wing, broad and made of the same metal as the floor. Unmoving, stiff, but still cutting through the expanse outside. If you keep your eyes closed, you can see the pin pricks of light against your eyelids." The Doctor left the piece of metal and grabbed Matt's other hand. "The hallways is long, and at least the length of three men across. You like staying by this wall, though, because you want to travel somewhere deeper in the ship. Now ... Matt ... take my hand, and I will get you to the end of the hall." She leaned in close, taking the same hand she had found before, keeping Matt from touching the other wall. "You are going to follow me out of here." She pulled at Matt's hand. "But I need to to follow. Walk."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 17:21:17 GMT -5
Arthur pulled to a halt as soon as he saw Sandalphon. His head tilted slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. "Hello," he greeted. Raizel was still there and they had only just entered the hallway, so Arthur assumed that things were still okay for going into a room, but it appeared there was one more blinker. "Who are you?" he inquired, then shifted slightly. This was a bit of a novelty. In the House, he could be seen and heard. Anywhere else, and he wasn't even able to be a whisper on the breeze. Either place he didn't seem to be able to touch things, however, so that was a bit of a downside. Not bad for an afterlife though. Just fairly annoying. "We were going in a room," he added. "Did you want to come along?" This was a 'blinker', or so he assumed. And they weren't a newbie. However, they weren't anyone he had known before. Were there even anyone he'd known still around?
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Post by Sησω on Sept 23, 2019 18:37:28 GMT -5
(Hello everyone! Sorry for the sudden month-long hiatus. Some things happened in my life and I decided to take a break. I'm back for now, but I'll probably be poofy.)
(I'll be restarting Anika's plot since she's had a rewrite.)
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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 23, 2019 20:38:20 GMT -5
Daud | Mystery Room | yall Daud's brows drew together as Myrnin pulled out a similar bottle, before flickering suspiciously around to everyone else. Finally, he looked back to the bottle. "Joey [last name], caffeine pills," he read. "Not exactly something you overdose on." Myrnin's sudden lunge for Vincent then caught his attention. He watched coolly, just a hint of disgust present in the glint of his eyes and the faint curl of his lip. Turning away from the display, he snorted at Spinel's words. "It doesn't hurt. He's dead," he said, crouching by Joey and setting the caffeine pills down. He eyed Shade and Touka going through his backpack, then turned back to Joey and rolled the body onto its back. "Ah," he said as Joey's head rolled unnaturally. "Broken neck killed him." He studied Joey for another moment, ice blue gaze intense as it swept Joey's features. "There's blood coming from his nose. He must have fallen down the stairs and landed on his head." Daud straightened up, hands sweeping behind his back. "The force broke his neck, and his arm, assuming he tried to catch himself."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 23, 2019 21:17:14 GMT -5
Vincent lifted his eyebrow, bored as Myrnin shook his shoulder. As the vampire searched his gaze he would only find that they possessed the same proud, zealous light as always. The song sung through Myrnin’s fangs seemed to have no matter of intimidation on the man - it’s melody almost making him smile more. He raised his eyebrows slightly as Myrnin went on, eyeing the grip on his shoulder while he finished. “Are you done touching me yet?” He asked, completely avoiding the words that had been spoken to him. He turned, distracted as he heard Daud speaking. Determined to stay involved despite the vampire’s hold on him, he grabbed ahold of Myrnin’s collar and slumped back on his heels, letting his weight fall completely back on the side he wasn’t being held by. Not trusting that Myrnin wouldn’t drop him, the grip he had on the vampires clothing was mostly just for backup as he craned his neck to see passed him. “How hard would he have fallen to have broken his arm like that?” He inquired, looking up at the ceiling curiously.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 23, 2019 22:33:14 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Living Room | mintedstar/fur Auransky
welcome back snow!!) “What do you mean, ‘why’ - oh, you’ve changed!” Hange drew in a sharp breath, surprised at the difference in scent as Elliot cast aside his jewelry. “How did you do that???” They rushed to examine the discarded pieces, but in their hurry, they forgot their new strength and speed and zoomed forward once again, slamming crookedly into Elliot’s chest this time and missing the jewelry completely. They did a sort of ungraceful flip in the air and landed on their feet behind the vampire, eyes still alight with interest despite their clumsiness. “Myrrrrrnin? Did you smell it, too?” They knew he had, but they couldn’t help repeating it, because the fact that they and Myrnin were picking up the same sensory information was exciting to them and they like to think about it.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Sept 23, 2019 22:48:46 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | Mystery Room |
"Our first choice shouldn't be to turn on each other. That might be what the House wants." Enjolras spoke to Myrnin and VIncent as they faced off in a tense embrace, a note of warning in his voice. The Frenchman did nod once as Myrnin explained his thought process with a glance back down at the body, though he quirked an eyebrow at Myrnin's sudden odd little tune.
Enjolras kneeled down, wincing as Daud messed with the limp, broken body. Yes, it was important to figure out who did it, but the student did not often see death so closely. As Vincent spoke, Enjolras said, "Well, he is at the bottom of the stairs. So it makes sense that that's where he fell from."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2019 23:17:20 GMT -5
There was no way that Myrnin was scrambling after the jewelry, but this was only because he'd already assumed that Elliot had some way of tossing it aside without actually littering. And when all three pieces disappeared into thin air and Elliot was suddenly smelling and generally giving off very different feedback to the senses he couldn't help being as interested as Hange. Both of his eyebrows rose. "Cool trick. That would almost be handy in my world if it wouldn't make me a walking target for smelling human." He was assuming that Elliot had done it by some sort of magic. But he could be wrong. Either way, the attention afforded to the bracelet and necklace and earpiece took attention off him and the fact that Hange wasn't how Elliot had last seen them. Also, there were still the drained, small packages of blood in the corner which he was not looking at. He had nothing to answer for, and certainly not to Elliot. "Yes, I do," he confirmed to Hange, knowing they were excited (and doing flips while they were at it). "Human and then not. Very impressive. Do you always have access to those." He cast a look at Hange. "Wonder if they would work on us." He had no idea. He had been able to change Hange, but the House seemed to blink in fundamentally the same sorts of humans. The variety of other species never seemed to match unless they came from the same universe. Hopefully by this point, Elliot would have completely forgotten the 'Why' and Myrnin brightly asked, "Now, would you like to race, Elliot?" Inwardly, he was just hoping to be let off the hook. How serious was changing a human for Elliot? Myrnin seemed to remember hearing a bit about that and it hadn't exactly been pleasing to the ear. Something basically about them amounting to mutts, perhaps? Well ... not in his world, thank you.
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 23, 2019 23:44:51 GMT -5
The corpse | mustery room | everyone Further investigation promoted new clues that would have otherwise gone unnoticed among the guests. Within Daud's hands was a visible, plastic lable noting the contents were caffinated pills and the owner belong to "Joe" yet everything else was peeled away. Although the pills could be heard loud and clear the weight of the pill bottle was off. Meanwhile Shade and Touka were investigating the contents of Joey's backpack. On Shade's side of the search a rectangular and hard object could have been felt, the cassette tape had an aged look to it. When it came to what was written on the cover was legible handrwriting such as "Joey" while another portion had been scribbled out. It became evident the only attachment was the single strap found earlier wrapped around Joey's broken arm. On Touka's side, she would be greeted by the sharp edge of a cold, metallic object slicing through her surgical gloves.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 24, 2019 0:37:32 GMT -5
Shade | Mystery Room | Anything still breathing Shades ears angled backward to listen to the shenanigans going on between Myrnin and Vincent and her eyebrows furrowed. As she dug through the backpack, her nose twitched noticeably for a moment, then stopped as she was violently interrupted by someone else. "Woah there," she said, visibly startled. She didn't fight this new woman, needing only to glance once at her gloves. The cassette in her hands she held carefully, glancing between it and Touka multiple times, then looking around the rest of the room, then turning to the newbie. "Its a cassette, presumably with his name on it," she said, looking over at Daud through the corner of her eyes. "Is there a player in there?" she asked the gloved-lady, leaning over a bit to try and peek into the backpack pockets.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 24, 2019 0:47:28 GMT -5
Arthur | Witch's Cottage Room | --cato phoenix(I should be asleep, but let's do that 'make a starter thing' anyway! Woooh!) "Excuse me. Excuse me, look I know you can see - exc - oh whatever," Arthur was saying as he blinked in before noticing that he was talking to a rather annoyed looking black cat. It hissed at him, arched its back, and then jumped off the table and sauntered under an set of pans handing over a cabinet. Arthur distractedly watched this with a look of shock before he looked around at the room he had blinked into. What? It looked a bit like the buildings he was used to. Not the twenty-first century ones, but the ones which were one room, and had everything you needed in one area. He couldn't stop the cat, but he did notice things which almost reminded him of his own shop. He recognized the plants hanging in the window, and the flasks he saw along a counter were just as familiar. But that was about it. He assumed he was in a room, but he was the only one here so far.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 24, 2019 3:09:15 GMT -5
Elliot raised a brow again, “Why.-are you asking me how fast I can go?’ He asked now, returning to Myrnin’s previous comment. The man was confused, still-sorta. But having removed the jewelry he was better able to process everything in the room, specifically the two individuals-now their words made sense. Did it make a difference to him? Not exactly. Was he against it? Probably-highly. Was he going to do anything about it? Most likely not. If Hange went on a murder spreee in their world, then it was clearly Myrnin’s fault. He inhaled rapidly, his attention turning to a runaway Hange who seemed occupied with his jewelry. Seeing the runaway scientist, he took a rapid step back, forcefully tensing to prevent himself from accidentally pulling out a weapon-especially a wooden one. And so the scientist collided with him-compared to everything else, it was nothing more then a light tap. He turned his head away, being this close to Hange, but thankfully it was only brief since Hange proceeded to flip, ungracefully over his head. He turned once again, taking a few steps further back so that Myrnin and Hange were on his field of view. “How did I?” He raised a brow. Last he checked, he hadn’t done anything, yet. And yet, Myrnin seemed to be on the same page as Hange. Either that or the two were just speaking midsentences-something his literature mentor would never approve of. On the other hand, Myrnin provided context-something Elliot could grasp now in terms of what the heck these two were discussing. The two were clearly still stuck on the human scent comments, and the jewelry he just tossed. He couldn’t help but shrug, then shake his head. “Being a target is something that needs to be done from time to time. In other instances, you must abide by the wishes of the world you are visiting, especially if tensions may lead to undesired rebellions.” He tilted his head up, raising his brows briefly , to expressly share his lack of care on the matter. “Not that I care if something breaks out. But anyways..” He raised a hand, slowly waving it to dismiss his brief ramble. “But yes, I do have access to those at all times.” He decided to reply for a change. It wouldn’t hurt him in any way to release this information. “I wouldn’t see why they wouldn’t work on you two, let alone anyone else. I’m not the only one who carries these. Though exclusive to craft, partly due to blacksmiths who can, and obtaining the materials necessary, they can be exclusively crafted to accommodate anyone’s individual needs. What I was just wearing, was a set in order to conceal myself entirely. This way werewolves, and dragons wouldn’t spot me out. Ghosts, demons, and celestial would be unable to read my soul. I too would be immune to witches, wizards, warlocks, and other magical users who could set buffers that would go off should I pass through one without the necessary equipment. Of course this is just to name a few.” He leaned his head towards his right, then rested the side of his face against his right palm. “I will politely decline your offer to race.” Elliot now addressed the question which he finally got a direct answer too, after his initial why. “However, I can more then gladly judge the victor. If we were all the take part, there would be no one to observe the outcome.” He shifted his right hand, then extended it outwards towards the hallway. “I take it you aim to race in that direction, yes?’ He raised a questionable brow. It was partly deduction given the size of the room they were in. “How far, and I shall await.” <Raintalon> mintedstar/fur / Living Room / So it is babysitting....
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 24, 2019 9:59:06 GMT -5
“Excellent!” said Hange, bending down to stare at an angle at the vampire, head tilted curiously as they walked in a circle around him. “Yes, yes we will need a judge. Very quick thinking.”
Once they were done examining Elliot, they turned and walked - careful to actually walk this time, it felt like they had springs in their feet - over to the entrance to the hall. Then they turned around, facing their two companions, but especially Myrnin, bouncing on their heels with excitement. Their heart was still racing, they noted - would it stop again, as soon as they were calm, or went to rest? They supposed they would find out soon enough.
“Since there is no set finish line available in the hallway, I suggest we measure it in time instead,” they said, glancing from Myrnin, to Elliot, and then back to Myrnin. “A sixty second dash, perhaps?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 24, 2019 11:46:40 GMT -5
Oh. He didn't look guilty at all for at once jumping to the conclusion that Elliot was talking to him about the whole Hange was a vampire now thing. Whoops. Unless the why had originally been for that ... he honestly didn't know, but he decided not to think about it unless it came up again. He really hoped it wouldn't. As the subject moved from the jewelry (which was interesting and he was totally going to ask about later) to the race, he relaxed further. His tiredness had been forgotten up until now, as well as his hunger, but there was a brief flicker of both before he pushed it away again. He strolled over to the entrance of the hallways, leaning against the wall and looking down its great length which stretched to who knew what distance. He'd never run it. "Sixty seconds," he agreed. He had to grin. "You better be fast Elliot. I'm not sure if you'd find us if you can only move at human pace." He didn't look like he was prepared to run, but Hange could feel the same power in their own legs and would know that they could move without really needing such frivolous issues humans had such as stretching or whatever it was that they do. Vampires didn't even need to breath when they ran. "Ready?" he asked Hange. He rather thought he would beat them. Maybe he'd be wrong.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 24, 2019 12:46:34 GMT -5
So far, so good. The strangers hadn't began with something akin to 'Who/What were you yelling at?' or anything of the like. Perhaps things wouldn't get so awkward after all.
Sandalphon gave the man a polite nod in return to his hello, although it was directed towards both him and his more youthful companion, before taking a moment to look over them with a studying glance to get an idea of who he was talking with. For starters, neither seemed very offput by the situation, so coming here must have been nothing new to them, same as the first group. By outward appearances, the pair both looked human enough, but just as before with Elliot, he was able to sense there was more to both of them that hinted at otherwise.
The one who had spoken first was a ghost, or at least somesort of spirit, which was easy enough to figure out, as those were not uncommon back home. His presence was also not dissimilar to that of one of the other crewmates, who went by the name Ferry. The girl was also ghost with a corporeal form, and was quite often being trailed by her small menagerie of ethereal pets.
On the other hand, the younger of the strangers had Sandalphon stumped. Whatever he was, it was again a mystery, as Elliot had been until he had revealed himself as a type of vampire. Regardless, a hint of amusement flashed through the archangel's mind at the fact they both shared similar shades of eye color. What were the chances of that one?
Returning his full attention back to Arthur, "My name is Sandalphon." He replied, his response short, but not quite curtly so as his head tilted slighty to the side, face taking on a expression of interest. "And you two are?"
By this point, most of the irritation the Primarch had displayed upon blinking in had dissipated, since the target it had been directed towards was gone.
Well, maybe 'dissipated' wasn't the right choice of word, as it was definitely still there. It was more appt to say it way 'being stored away for later'. For the sake of the certain fool it was being saved for, he'd better pray the one bearing it was blinked back unconscious again.
G-going into a room? Already? "Is that so?" And with that, the subtle tension instantly came rushing back, resulting in Sandalphon's jaw clenching ever so slightly. The archangel was barely able to keep the displeasure he felt at the notion from seeping into his voice when he spoke. He had well learned his lesson about rushing into the doors here on his first blink, and he really didn't want to repeat it again.
No, I certainly don't. Or at least, that was what he wanted to say. However, Sandalphon knew that he couldn't just let these two go off alone and possibly get into danger, simply because he had personal hesitations on going into another room. That and he doubted he would get any closer to finding the Primal behind this if he simply sat around on his laurels. The search back home had been fruitless, so further venturing into it's domain was the best way to learn more about it at this point.
It had much to answer for once he found it, that was for sure.
"Very well." Came the final answer. "If you'll have me, I'll accompany you two." The Primarch's gaze moved from the ghost, to the younger-looking blinker as he finished talking, of whom hadn't spoken a single word yet. His face let on that he was waiting for Rai's input as well, before he actually made an effort to actively join the group.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 24, 2019 13:13:58 GMT -5
Elliot was somewhat uncomfortable with the excitement being literally thrown out like fireballs between the two other well-vampires. Assuming the details-and given that Myrnin was the only other person present in the room, it was safe to assume one outcome. But given the house was beyond the realms he has visited, and the fact that the other two were in none of the worlds he can reach, would the same rules apply to Hange? How should he address Hange? He pushed that aside for the time being, and think about it. His head turned, following Hange who seemed to circle him like a hawk. Though excited, the body language was a tactic used in war. He briefly winced as a means to snap out of his desire to act accordingly. When Hange quit being a vulture, and walked away, he took a moment to straighten his clothes once more. After straightening his clothes, he watched Myrnin lean against the doorway. The two seemed to have agreed on 60 seconds, which was fine if they agreed to it. He shrugged his shoulders back, dismissing Myrnin's comment about his speed. He simply didn't fancy showing off, it was undignified, and unnecessary, especially in combat. "Very well..." He walked towards the hallway, then turned his back against the long hallway. He decided against suggesting making himself the self declared finish line. He summoned a pocket watch that manifested in his right palm. "Don't stop just because I am right up ahead." He addressed the two, with his left foot sliding back to rest on his toe. " Pass me if you so wish.." With that he used his left foot to leap back into the hallway, disappearing entirely from view as his body made contact with the darkness. mintedstar/fur <Raintalon> : Living Room into the halls : Better then rebellions, I guess
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 24, 2019 14:34:59 GMT -5
Vincent's grip on Myrnin's close was evidently uncomfortable for the vampire. He squirmed a bit, then half lifted Vincent just by his underarms and then set him down several feet away. "Let go. Sit, stay, roll over, play died," he pointed out. But either Vincent hadn't done the first command or he hadn't done it fast enough, because a second later he'd somehow wiggled out of his shirt, leaving it in Vincent's hand. This left him with waste coat - decidedly less loud than the shirt but still a bright, florescent green. His now visible skin was the color of dusty cream, arms more lean and subtle than muscular. He buttoned up the waste coat with a few deft twitches of his hand before saying, "Keep the shirt. It has cooties." With this parting message, he at once turned away from Vincent and ran away. Jogging past Enjolras, he couldn't help pointing out (turning as he went), "Exactly! The House probably wants that! Since when hasn't it! But isn't there always a reason? Warped and twisted it may be - but a reason." He skidded to a halt by Joey's body, at once picking up the pill bottle that Daud had set down. He furiously shoot it a couple of times, hearing the clatter of it over and over again. "Did you actually check that what was on the label was what was actually in there?" he asked Daud, shooting him a suspicious look. "Because unless I'm much mistaken, the weight is wrong." He took out his own bottle of pills again and shook them, as if Daud needed a visual aid for this lesson. Then he pointed a finger at the newbie - the pink one, "Do that head thing, but look around for anyone in the shadows!" It wasn't a request. "If that would set your mind to rest about silent assassins, Mr. Enjolras." He started unscrewing the cap on the pill bottle, glancing at Shade and Touka. "Well?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 24, 2019 19:21:44 GMT -5
Touka pulled her hand back, letting out a startled huff as it made contact with something sharp inside the bag. She hesitated for a moment, then reached inside again, this time moving her hand more slowly and deliberately until it grasped the handle of the curved weapon.
“He was armed,” she said, standing up and waving the knife experimentally around in the air before hooking it securely it on her belt. “No blood on the knife, though, and no stab wounds.” She glanced at Daud as he examined the corpse, raising a curious eyebrow as he came to his conclusion. “You know your sh(oops),” she observed, kneeling back down and checking Joey’s injuries herself. “You’re right. Either somebody snapped his neck or the dumbass fell down the stairs.”
Her attention was diverted momentarily from the assassin, though, as Myrnin and Vince got into it...in a manner of speaking. After a few moments of silently watching the two of them cause a scene, she shook her head, rolled her eyes, and went back to her examinations, this time reaching inside the man’s pockets with her still-gloved hand.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 24, 2019 20:29:05 GMT -5
Vincent eyed the scene while Daud answered him, raising his eyebrow slightly at the corpse. He seemed to be forming his own opinions on the matter judging by his scowl, but his thoughts remained unspoken when Myrnin snuck away from his grasp. The shirt which had been pulled tight against Myrnin’s back suddenly fell limp in his hands, and looking down, was suddenly vacant of the vampire. He stared at the stripped man for a baffled moment, eyebrows knitted ever so slightly as he buttoned his shirt, then looked back at the shirt in his hand. He scoffed, dropping it at his feet. With Myrnin off him he approached the body from an opposite side, staring at the two as they rummaged through the deceased’s pockets. All the dirty looks he was getting and he wasn’t even the one rifling through the things of a dead man... He fixed the collar of his shirt, gazing over what had been removed from the pack thus far. Pills, a knife, and a cassette tape. He bent down, paying no mind to the personal space of others, and overturned Joey’s right hand, examining his fingertips and wrist.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 24, 2019 21:09:00 GMT -5
It was only a flicker of offense on Myrnin's face at Enjolras' words. He scratched his chin, seeming to consider the Frenchman's words. Then he said, "I think I'm dressed enough." Then he squinted into the contents of the pill container, totally not glancing at Vincent when he tossed away Myrnin's shirt. "You aren't supposed to know," he assured Daud. "But it needs to be checked." He shifted his position, then glanced guiltily at Touka. "Ghoul Girl ... I'm not wrong about this looking like a murder, am I?" His eyes were wide, as if he was actually paying attention to the growing majority. But the eyes were also pleading, like he wanted Touka to reassure him that he wasn't wrong. He did glance at the knife, chewing at his lip in confusion. "After a fall down the stairs, that's a bit lucky to not have stabbed him too. It doesn't even have a sheath. I'd suggest smelling it for blood, but this 'Joey' doesn't even have stab wounds." He tapped the pill bottle against his lips, glancing in it again. "Was there anything else other than the knife?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 25, 2019 8:31:11 GMT -5
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Touka glanced up at Shade, eyes running briefly over the cassette tape before she returned to her pocket rummaging. “Nope, no player,” she confirmed. “Just the knife. He probably has the player at his house, or something.” She ignored Vincent completely as he shoved his way in, not giving him an inch of her space but not pushing back, either.
She paused briefly as Myrnin addressed her, and frowned, silent for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “No. You’re not wrong. His arm’s broken, and so is his neck - it’d be almost impossible to get those injuries just from falling down these steps, there’s not far enough to fall.” She ran her hand along the steps to demonstrate, feeling her way along the wood. “Also, no scuff marks. If he’d slipped, there should’ve at least been some heel marks on the top step, right?”
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