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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 25, 2019 13:58:22 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. (I am so sorry for the late reply, my dad needed my to help install french doors yesterday and it took all day... I seriously didn't think changing it would take that long.) [[ Arlo || Witch's Cottage || mintedstar/fur ]] "We'll just need to be careful," Arlo muttered as she appeared, lying on the floor of the cottage. She looked like she'd been trying to sleep but her eyes opened as soon as she felt the shift in her surroundings and she quickly pushed herself up, blinking a couple times as her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting. Her eyes widened in surprised when she realized who else was in the room, a blinker she'd only seen a few times and hadn't expected to see again. "Arthur?" She probably shouldn't have been so surprised really, it was far from being the first time someone came back to life (Or at least sort of came back to life) in the House, she'd done it three times herself, one of which had been very recently, but she hadn't expected to see the ghost again after the way he'd sort of... faded away in the forest.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 25, 2019 17:55:39 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. (I am so sorry for the late reply, my dad needed my to help install french doors yesterday and it took all day... I seriously didn't think changing it would take that long.) [[ Arlo || Witch's Cottage || mintedstar/fur ]] "We'll just need to be careful," Arlo muttered as she appeared, lying on the floor of the cottage. She looked like she'd been trying to sleep but her eyes opened as soon as she felt the shift in her surroundings and she quickly pushed herself up, blinking a couple times as her eyes adjusted to the change in lighting. Her eyes widened in surprised when she realized who else was in the room, a blinker she'd only seen a few times and hadn't expected to see again. "Arthur?" She probably shouldn't have been so surprised really, it was far from being the first time someone came back to life (Or at least sort of came back to life) in the House, she'd done it three times herself, one of which had been very recently, but she hadn't expected to see the ghost again after the way he'd sort of... faded away in the forest. (You're all good, Arlo! <3 ) Okay, so he hadn't expected that. He had not expected to see anyone he knew. He hadn't since he had started blinking in again. "Arlo!" he said brightly, grinning. He was no longer transparent. He didn't look see through. But as he strode forward he didn't completely judge how close he was to something (the edge of a log) and his foot moved through it without him noticing it. He might have looked living, but he was anything but. "I hadn't expected to see you!" Or anyone really - he had wondered how much time had passed in the House at all. He thought Myrnin might still have been blinking in but he didn't know. "Do you know what this place is?" he asked, waving around the room. "It looks a bit like something an alchemist would use."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 25, 2019 18:03:39 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room...? | mintedstar/fur |At first, the Doctor’s scenario seemed to be doing nothing - Matt continued to wheeze through his teeth, muttering about running out of air instead of paying attention to what she was saying. As she continued, though, and especially when she, in a stroke of genius, set one of the pieces of metal in his hand(which he immediately began to roll between his fingers), slowly, but surely, he began to calm a little. Focusing on the drone of the older woman’s voice, he closed his mouth and began to force short but deliberate breaths through his nose, the exercise cutting through the physical panic as it always did, if he could get calm enough to try it. He kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, chest heaving as he struggled to keep his breath even, and didn’t speak as she continued on, but now, he was clearly listening. As she described the hallway, he began to nod, first slowly, and then quickly, clinging onto the fantasy as if it were a lifeline. And then, as she pulled at his hand, he shakily got to his feet - not exactly cooperating, but letting himself be dragged along anyway. She was going to get him out. Everything was going to be fine. They weren’t trapped. It was okay. It was okay.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 25, 2019 18:11:38 GMT -5
Hange | Living Room/Hallway | mintedstar/fur Auransky |From their position at the hallway-turned-starting line, Hange bounced on their heels like an overexcited puppy, all their newfound vampiric energy struggling to be contained within their small body. This had always been a problem for them, ever since they were tiny, and sitting still and being quiet in class had been a rather large issue. It was just that now, they had more energy. They could almost feel it trying to get free. As Elliot gave his instructions, and Myrnin joined them, they crouched down, sprinter-style, one hand balanced against the carpet as they prepared to take off. “Ready,” they confirmed, a wide grin spreading across their pale features. It looked even more unhinged than before, given the red eyes. Three, two, one... WHOOSH. They were off like a shot, and as they found their feet, they somehow found time to marvel at how easy it was - no strain in their muscles, no pulling at their lungs. No heart slamming against their ribcage as they sped up - they could do this forever, couldn’t they? And the speed - they didn’t know how quickly they were actually going, but they’d passed any speed they’d ever experienced - this was faster than the maneuver gear by a lot, and they found themself grateful that their reflexes had also increased in speed - with their old mind, they would’ve found it difficult to keep up. Three seconds. Five. Ten. Twenty. Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Sept 25, 2019 20:44:41 GMT -5
"Oooohhhh!" Spinel said brightly, despite not really knowing what dead meant. She had a faint meaning, from when Pink used to recite excitedly about Earth before she got it as a colony. Spinel was still really excited to go- it was going to be a larger play-place just for her and Pink- her best friend was probably getting it ready at that moment. She smiled widely at the thought. "Okay!" She chirped to the person who had pointed to her, happy to have something to do that she could understand better- after all, it basically sounded like Hide-and-Seek, and that she was the seeker. So, she stretched out again, this time looking in the shadows with a smile on her face once more.
(Sorry this was late- yesterday was kind of hectic.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 25, 2019 23:49:16 GMT -5
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?" Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/furSherlock tensed at the sound of Kid’s gasp, and the crash as the bucket fell. He paced in front of the glass, then bounced on the balls of his feet in frustration as he was still unable to cross the barrier. “Kid? Are you alright?” He called sharply, ready to fight if something attacked. He didn’t know whether something had appeared on Kid’s side, or something else had happened, but that was the sound who made when something hurt. He relaxed a little at the voice of his friend, which meant he was okay. Okay-ish. Maybe fine was a better description. At any rate, he didn’t seem to be under attack, which meant something else had happened. An accident? It had happened when he’d tried to break the glass, which meant.... “How are your hands?” He asked, and it was hard to read him based on tone alone. It could have been his stuck-up overconfident tone or his genuinely-trying-not-to-be-too-annoying tone, and withoutnseeing his eyes, there was little difference between the two. He looked back at the glass, and continued to rub at it, almost absentmindedly picking the dirt away. The movements of the two suspects was predictable, with one attacking and one being attacked, obviously he didn’t know the background but he didn’t need to just yet. The information pouring in through his bright blue gaze was enough to give him a decently good sense of the situation, and he opened his mouth to explain it to his companion, but he never got the words out. Suspect 1 was alive. “Well...that changes things, doesn’t it?” He breathed, and a smile slowly rose up his expression. Now this was getting good. “Look at how Suspect 1 is moving. If he’s hurt, it’s very mild. He looks almost confident, unbothered, like...this was all planned. He meant for this to happen, and he knew perfectly well what he was doing too.” He chuckled, ran a gloved hand along the glass....and froze. There, uncovered by his efforts to see through his window, were names scratched into the glass as though his a sharp rock. Suspect 1 = John. Suspect 2 = Mary.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 26, 2019 17:43:03 GMT -5
<Raintalon> AuranskyMyrnin didn't stop leaning against the wall until the countdown had finished. There seemed to be no transition between him standing still and suddenly moving almost faster than the human eye could see. It was a sudden movement that Hange would probably see, where Myrnin pushed off with the sort of reactions that proved he'd been paying attention, but also proved he didn't need to make any sort of effort about getting into a proper position. He just moved. Hange the human would have seen Myrnin as a blur. But reactions were quicker, even those of the eyes. Myrnin caught up to Hange, then waved at them as the hallway past around them. They seemed evenly matched. In life, they must have been evenly matched as well. Myrnin added speed on, but there wasn't much difference between the speed he could add or that Hange could. "More like an actual race," he said, his voice traveling like one on the wind. "But I will win." His confidence seemed great and he stopped talking only to try and leap ahead again. Fifty ... Sixty.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Sept 26, 2019 20:26:59 GMT -5
The corpse | mustery room | everyone Further investigation proved to be futile when looking over the teens clothes, yet the pockets of his clothes went untouched. The headphone cord was more prominent now with the cord coiling on the stairs as the investigation was conducted. More movement around the stairs caused a clunky and brick like object to slid out visibly from Joey's hoodie pocket. In the hands of myrnin the pill bottle proved to be heavier than expected. Oddly enough once opening the bottle their was no suspicious fragnace to take note of but a jagged, crumpled form residing inside the bottle itself. A peculiar object to find within the pottle was a piece of paper.
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Post by Auransky on Sept 26, 2019 23:20:22 GMT -5
After the two agreed on their plan of action, Rai proceeded further into the hall, only to stop immediately at the presence of Sandalphon. It was someone unfamiliar to him, but they seemed rather distracted in their own affairs. Nonetheless, Rai stopped in his tracks, given that the newcomer was a new obstacle on their way to their objective.
He allowed Arthur to take the floor in terms of discussion, well-more like Arthur jumped into it. Yet as Arthur introduced himself, and quickly informed the newcomer of what they were up to. It seemed like the newcomer caught the gist, what a good sign, at least they paid attention-unlike himself.
Like right now-he hadn’t paid the single of thoughts as the newcomer was at times looking at him, partially. On the other hand he didn’t pay too much attention to the other exchanges-sorta. He did return to the discussion, as sandalphon offered his company should they desire it, he couldn’t help but nod. “We would appreciate your company.” He softly addressed. “My name is Cadis Estrama Di Raizel (last > first ) but you may call me Rai if you find that easier.” (Otherwise Raizel is fine)
arthur, sandalphon, Rai : living room
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 27, 2019 1:48:47 GMT -5
"That's it," The Doctor encouraged. Then she continued, stepping backwards and using her heal to feel around for and obstetrical. It didn't much matter which way she was facing. Either way, it was dark. "The hallway is long. The metal of the floor beneath your feet is thick - it makes only a slight clatter as you walk. It all feels a bit cold to you, but not uncomfortably so. You run your hand over the glass of the next window now." Glass. Did she actually have glass on her? Well ... kind of. A very small part of her sonic had a similar, but warped texture of it. She slipped that under Matt's fingers this time before taking the hand back. Her heal found a beam and she paused. "You've reached the end of the hallway now. You remember there's a low door and a step over the threshhold. You've probably tripped over it at least six times during you're time on this ship and you don't want to do it again." She slowly stepped back, over the beam, and ducking her head a bit as well. "The room beyond is still dark, but it's also more familiar," she said, voice dropping to an almost secretive whisper. "Can you guess what it is?" Everything was still pitch black. So far, she hadn't found a clear space that didn't include fiberglass or some other possible hindrance to an exit. She would try anyway soon.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 27, 2019 12:21:35 GMT -5
Vincent | Murder Mystery Room | @ anyone
Vincent examined the body for a moment longer before standing up again, his eyes narrowed as he watched various hands reveal more evidence. He watched Touka carefully for a reaction to what Myrnin had called her, raising an eyebrow when she went on with her answer. He dropped back further, stopping near Enjolras but not giving the Frenchman any attention. Instead, he was watching each blinker closely, pale eyes restless.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 27, 2019 19:56:56 GMT -5
"This is a theater," pointed out Myrnin to Touka. "You could try and find a player here. Though I somehow doubt there is a deep, heartfelt confession about how the killer didn't mean to do it." He looked around at the collection of blinkers. "Then again, I'm not so sure considering our current blinkers." He pointed around, as if counting. Using his other hand he fished out the note that had been shoved into the pill bottle. The finger pointed in the direction of Spinel. "Can you see any scuff marks on the stairs?" Myrnin suddenly looked a lot less annoyed after a certain Frenchman's complaints and instead brightly seemed to look around, almost waiting for someone else to make a point. The pill bottle dropped to the ground and he held up the small piece of paper between his hands. He sniffed at it ... then had to turn his head very quickly before he sneezed. The whole thing smelled of what had been in a pill bottle. He couldn't even tell if Joey had put the note in there or the murderer. He turned the note this way and that, then nonchalantly said, "Does this note mean anything to any of you?" He unfolded it slowly. "Where oh where can answers be ...?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 27, 2019 20:02:29 GMT -5
She snorted softly at the pirates comment, peeking the open the eye he wasn't currently working on and smirking at him, then closing it again. The mystified tone of Morrigans voice made Shade smile, sure her expression matched and delighted at the thought. At the mention of Sherlock her ears flicked up and she had to resist opening her eyes, for Hooks sake. "Oh! I've encountered Sherlock once, I believe. Hes very interesting to talk to, blew my mind after five minutes," she said, laughing softly, "Tell him I said 'hi' if you happen to see him again." Moments later she laughed again, finding her make up artists statement all too true. "Oh yes. I think this one might have encountered a few more than I have. Lots of adventures, too many to bother with." While a smile maintained itself over her features, she did sigh softly. Silly bastard. How many times had he died? Heaven knows. As severe as it was, she found it to be oddly endearing. Despite his willingness to change his approach in the house, she was sure he would always be the same reckless, charmingly charismatic, and horrifically unlucky pirate she'd grown so fond of. "Oh! I do remember a few other interesting ones. I met this really interesting fellow, a vampire I think. Don't get to see him too often, but hes very delightful to chat with. Hes got a ponytail, and usually wears some shade of green from what I can remember. Another... Their name was Rutile, but I can't remember much about them... Also a fabulous conversationalist, and prettier than glass. It was super cool. There was this.. hm.. It was like a giant stuffed bear, but it was tragically murderous. Gave us some trouble a couple times. There was also a blue talking horse, and I remember... Well, I can't remember his name but there was this young fellow dressed like a noble knight. He was very fancy with most of the folks here, extremely amusing to watch. I don't know if he comes around anymore. Most people I didn't talk with personally, but I saw them around, exchanged words a few times. I can recall this shorter lady with wild red hair, hair so long that it went down to the floor and dragged behind her like a cape, and another much taller woman with dark hair, some sort of assassin I think. She was highly intelligent, but I'm not sure what happened to her either. The house I imagine finally let her live her life and let her leave, as uncommon as that seems. Oh! There were these two gentlemen that always dressed smart, both were French I think, and one of them was blond and I believe he was friends with the shorter red haired lady. The other was very welcoming to talk to, but still very cool headed... A revolutionist, from what little I gathered ... Although, thats not a lot to go off of, I suppose," she laughed lightly, mildly embarrassed by her inability to make people very distinct. I totally didn't start crying writing this pffff ~∂єѕтιиу zeph! ) zeph! hey man! no worries about responding, ~∂єѕтιиу and I are jus gonna continue ^^ heres a repost des!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 27, 2019 23:44:02 GMT -5
Now that introductions seemed behind them, Arthur turned to face the door. He looked between Raizel and Sandalphon, a silent check that both of them were ready to go. "A room it is?" he asked. Then he glanced at the door again. His first room after reblinking. Well ... this might either be very interesting or something a bit more unusual. For starters, he couldn't open the door because he couldn't touch the door handle. He walked up to the nearest door and tried, his hand coming down on it only to pass through. He sighed, glancing at both of the other blinkers. Okay then ... He took a step forward, closing his eyes though it wasn't like he couldn't still 'tell' what was around him, and stepped through the wood of the door to the room beyond.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Sept 28, 2019 0:40:58 GMT -5
(You're all good, Arlo! <3 ) Okay, so he hadn't expected that. He had not expected to see anyone he knew. He hadn't since he had started blinking in again. "Arlo!" he said brightly, grinning. He was no longer transparent. He didn't look see through. But as he strode forward he didn't completely judge how close he was to something (the edge of a log) and his foot moved through it without him noticing it. He might have looked living, but he was anything but. "I hadn't expected to see you!" Or anyone really - he had wondered how much time had passed in the House at all. He thought Myrnin might still have been blinking in but he didn't know. "Do you know what this place is?" he asked, waving around the room. "It looks a bit like something an alchemist would use." It was him! He was still a ghost, she hadn't noticed his foot passing through the log but she could sense that his energy wasn't quite human, but he was back. Arlo smiled as she pushed herself up and got to her feet. "I wasn't expecting to see you again either! Have you been back very long?" She hadn't known him very long, but the way he'd faded away had really bothered her. A person could become a ghost if they died, but what happened if a ghost faded? Did they just need some time to reform, or could they actually cease to exist entirely? Did she really want the answer? "Uh," At his question, she blinked a couple of times and looked around the room, her green gaze sweeping over the assortment of plants, flasks, vials, and various other objects, some of which were more familiar than others. "An alchemist's place seems like a pretty good guess. Or maybe a witch." As she added the last bit she nodded in the direction where the black cat had disappeared.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Sept 28, 2019 2:48:58 GMT -5
'Cadis Estrama Di Raizel'... Why were some mortal names such a mouthful? This was mostly the case with ones belonging to those born into the upper echelons of society, which this one certainly fit the criteria for. Thankfully, this stranger offered a much shorter alternative to the hodgepodge of vocalities he considered a name. "I do, so Rai it is, then". The Primarch hadn't meant that in a rude way, but it probably came off as so regardless. He simply had a tendency to 'tell it like it is'. Despite being welcomed to join the group, Sandalphon didn't move from his current position. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he spoke up again. "We've only just met, and yet, you accept me so openly. There are many who would consider that quite naive. Myself included." The archangel pointed out bluntly, the delivery of his words almost as if in warning. "There are also those who would very well use that kind of openness against you. I would suggest being more cautious in the future..." These were the words of one with first hand experience with such things... The Primarch's expression been one of dead seriousness, but once he was done, the light of something else became visable in his features and he did something rather unexpected. He smiled, just ever so slightly. "Even so, the world would be a darker place without it, and it doesn't go unappreciated." With that, Sandalphon finally made his way closer to the pair, returning Arthur's question with a small nod of confirmation on his end. The ghost earned a raised brow when he was unable to get the door he had chosen open, instead deciding to pass on through it. "Hmm. A spirit in corporeal form that can't touch things..." Idly musing out loud to no one in particular, the archangel walked up to the door and placed his own hand on it, turning the nob and pushing it open in Arthur's stead. There it was again. That endless void that even a Primal's senses couldn't breach to tell what waited beyond. The traces of anything positive on Sandalphon's face faded as he steeled himself to enter, this time taking a much more cautious approach to the situation now that he knew what this place was capable of. Once again, his right hand made it's way to the hilt of the sword hanging at his hip, at the ready to draw it if needed. With a quick glance back at Rai, he stepped through the doorway and vanished. mintedstar/fur Auransky
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Post by Protractor on Sept 28, 2019 7:45:57 GMT -5
(I have no excuse for poofing again so I'm existent is all I'm gonna say
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 29, 2019 10:04:03 GMT -5
Matt | Living Room Adjacent | mintedstar/fur(My replies will be slightly low quality, I’m replying on my phone ^^) Matt, having no other viable coping skills available to him, was slowly beginning to immerse himself in the fantasy. It wasn’t that he really thought he was somewhere other than a sealed-up hole in the wall. Not deep down anyway. But his mind had always been extra good at blurring the lines between fiction and reality, especially when he was frightened. So it wasn’t hard for him to really see and feel what the Doctor was describing - the cold metal of the ship’s hull, the low beam he had to duck to avoid...a familiar room at the end of a corridor. “Engineering,” he answered, giving a confident nod. “We would have to go to engineering to get the lights working again.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 29, 2019 10:27:49 GMT -5
Hange Zoe | Hallway Race | mintedstar/fur Auransky | Myrnin was right - they could see him now. Briefly, as they sprinted along, they wondered if this was how a praying mantis saw the world - was this how they had the reflexes to snatch a fly out of midair? It wasn’t that everything was in slow motion, exactly - it was just that their brain was faster. More able to keep up with their surroundings. Which meant they could see the exact look on Myrnin’s face as they passed him. Unfortunately for the vampire, they’d been fast in life - really, really fast. As a child, it had been really their only defense against the children around them - if you could outrun them, they couldn’t beat you up. See if you can catch me now, Diedrich and Johann!
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 29, 2019 10:33:51 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | everyone |
After a moment, Touka’s hands found something else in the pockets, and she pulled it out, turning it over in her hands. It was a walkman, complete with headphones, and at the sight of it, she froze, expression going momentarily blank.
Then, she stood up, turning to Myrnin, Enjolras, Shade,, and the very bubbly Spinel. “Myrnin’s right,” she said, keeping her voice low as she glanced momentarily over at Daud and Vincent, eyes narrowed. “This is a theater room, which means this could possibly be a House setup. Knowing how bloodthirsty this place is, what it wants could be for us to start suspecting each other. For us to start fights. This situation’s set up to be tense, so the most important thing right now is to keep everybody calm. Shade, I want to listen to that tape, but I don’t want to do it here, because I don’t know what’s on it. Do you mind if I take it backstage?”
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 29, 2019 11:53:05 GMT -5
Daud | Mystery Room | mostly Touka, Myrnin, and Vincent Daud rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by Touka's vague praise and Myrnin's behavior. Stepping away from the group, he circled the stairs, observing them. "The stairs are clean," he said. "There are no scuff marks, so unless he had a rather unfortunate blink, he might not have fallen down them." With that said, he circled back toward the group, standing beside Vincent, eyes narrowed at Myrnin. "Perhaps if you read it, we could tell you if it meant anything," he said dryly. His gaze flickered to Touka as she flashed him and Vincent a furtive look, then turned to speak quietly to the others. "They are hiding clues from us now," he murmured to Vincent, gaze darkening as he subtly gestured for Vincent to approach the huddle from one side while he took the other.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 29, 2019 13:49:08 GMT -5
Vincent did not look away from the corpse as Myrnin spoke; seeming to trust his ability to gauge the situation through auditory means. Despite the attention he’d given the vampire at the beginning of the room, he no longer seemed to have any trouble staying engaged with the matter at hand now that he’d chosen to participate. When Touka spoke he followed the movements of her hands, frowning as she pulled the Walkman into her possession. Wordlessly, he allowed his gaze to travel to the ghoul’s face as she finished, eyes narrowed. Daud’s voice in his ear earned the man a brief glance in his direction, then obedience as Vincent silently peeled away to circle around the outskirts of the group. He stopped behind Touka, not so subtly blocking her path. “Don’t plan on going alone,” he ordered, tone openly accusatory. He turned slightly, as if prepared to head off in the direction she’d previously mentioned - indicating his intentions to join her. He cast Shade a cold look while he awaited the reactions of the others, then gave Touka an impatient frown to urge her after him.
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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 29, 2019 19:53:57 GMT -5
Spinel zoomed back in, having not seen anything in the shadows. She peered at the stairs, an exaggerated expression of studying on her face for around a split second, before she announced, “Nope!” She watched the others, a mild, yet confused smile on her face. She still hadn’t moved from her position- her body was still over by the seats, and her arms were still folded across her gem.
(Describing elasticity is way more complicated/weird than I thought o-o)
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 30, 2019 0:00:51 GMT -5
Will | Living Room | <Raintalon> Will blinked in, clutching something desperately to his cheek. Or rather, he had been before the House had unfortunately stolen the object from him when he blinked in. He let his hand fall back to his side, glancing around the living room as though he expected someone else to be there. It appeared, at least for the time being, like he was alone. While he wasn’t complaining, he did find it weird to have the House to himself. Most of the time there was at least one other person there, if not a much larger group. It was better than his world at any rate, so he kept his thoughts to himself. Not that he could have said anything to the House - he still wasn’t sure if it was sentient or just intelligent enough to program terrifying rooms at times. He sighed and bent down to tie his shoe. There really was nothing better to do as he waited for someone else to blink in. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to explore a room. The only difficulty with that was the fact that he knew better than to go alone, especially given his small stature and lack of weapons. He’d have to be content with waiting, at least for now. It gave him a chance to catch his breath.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Sept 30, 2019 0:12:05 GMT -5
Lmao, you're doing great, zeph! ! ) Shade | Murdery Room | Insert meme about everyone here "Its a way to store vocal records," she mentioned to Enjolras. Shade then looked to Touka, blinking thoughtfully and glancing down at the cassette in her hands. Her attention turned to everyone else as they immediately jumped to discourage the idea and frowned. The frown mutated briefly when Vincent glared into a look of confusion at the hostility from this rando. "I understand your need for privacy, but I do think its best to wait first. Rather than jumping around on what we have I think we should comb through everything else. This room is huge," she started speaking staring at the pale-haired fellow, then looked back to Touka and continued, "theres still plenty to look for. If we get hasty, our suspicions might run away with our heads." Her tone was smooth all throughout, and when she finished speaking she did hand the small square to Touka. "I think gloves is pretty smart, though... So, maybe you should keep a hold of things for now."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 30, 2019 1:15:09 GMT -5
Myrnin pulled to a complete halt, shock reverberating from him like small waves. This didn't happen. He wasn't used to things like this going on. He looked at Hange ... And quickly realized they probably wouldn't be stopping for another couple seconds because they hadn't mastered that quite yet. He broke into a short jog, keeping an eye on the new vampire. "Slow down?" he called after them, voice rising and falling through the leaves. His muscles hurt. Had they been doing that before? His stomach certainly hadn't been so ... grumpily. But like before, he pushed the feeling away and leaned against a wall as nonchalantly as possible. "So ..." he said. "You're fast. I'm just hungry. And need to be more tricky. Since apparently physically you're faster than me ... I'll just have to find a way to out maneuver you." It was the only way that he would beat them now ...
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 30, 2019 16:57:41 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | @ everybody
As several people spoke up at once against her, Touka listened to them all with her eyes narrowed, not moving a muscle. Her expression was unreadable as she turned to Vincent, then to Enj, then to Shade, who she stopped at, taking the tape and inserting it carefully into the walkman. She nodded to her, acknowledging her suggestion, and then turned back to the others. “Fine,” she said icily, eyes still darting from face to face as she spoke. “I won’t take it, alright? We’ll do what Shade said - we’ll listen to it once we’ve collected all the evidence.”
She took a breath and closed her eyes momentarily, then nodded, resolute. “But we need to get organized, here. Most of you have already touched everything, which means we’ve already screwed this up, and the more we do the harder it’s gonna be to figure out what happened to this guy. Who here has experience with this stuff? Homicides, I mean?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 30, 2019 17:05:27 GMT -5
Mei | Living Room | strider |As silent as a ghost, a young, pale girl blinked into the corner of the room, hands folded in front of her, staring at something a little to her left. She started a little as her surroundings shifted, and took a step back, hand reaching out to steady herself against the wall. She didn’t cry out, but her visible eye widened as it darted back and forth across the room, trying to take in every available piece of information as quickly as possible. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t remember getting here. Was this a dream...? She spotted the boy across the room - he looked about her age, although she didn’t recognize him - and took a tentative step towards him, then another, pushing a piece of dark hair out of her face as she opened her mouth to address him. “Excuse me,” she said in a low voice, staring at him in a way that was probably unnerving, though she didn’t mean it to be. “Where are we? Do you know?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 30, 2019 17:11:40 GMT -5
Hange | Hallway | mintedstar/fur AuranskyHange glanced behind them as Myrnin fell behind, then stopped, and barely heard his request for them to slow down. They couldn’t, of course. They had no idea how. But Myrnin seemed to be beaten, and it was bad form to keep going after your opponent gives up, so they did the next best thing - they twisted their ankle a little to the side, snagging their shoe on the carpet and quite effectively pulling their own feet out from under them. The result of this maneuver was quite flashy, if not particularly graceful - they flipped head over heels, landing squarely on their neck and rolling - no, bouncing - several feet with incredible force before slamming into one of the doors finally stopped them, and they lay still on the floor for a second, stunned by the impact. Then, they sat up, grinning from ear to ear. “Ha! Seems I was a faster human than you, Myrnin!” As he went on about finding a way to outmaneuver them, they nodded, raising a mischievous eyebrow. “Mm, yes. I would like to see the results of such an attempt! I consider myself rather well versed in agility as well - you may find it rather difficult to win this contest. Though, if my intuition is correct, that will not stop you.”
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