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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Sept 30, 2019 17:55:46 GMT -5
Will | Living Room | <Raintalon> Will turned when he heard a voice, forcing himself to smile at the sight of a girl around his age. Maybe a little older? He couldn't quite tell. He didn't know if he was really qualified to explain the Paradox House to anyone, but he was more than willing to try. He remembered how confusing it had been his first blink, especially given what was about to happen in his world. Not that any of that was particularly long ago. Time seemed to work differently in the House than it did in his world. He looked down, trying to shake the way the girl was looking at him. He knew it was rude to not make eye contact, but it almost seemed like she wasn't blinking. Or maybe she was just staring because she was scared. He took a second, but he looked back up, his smile not faltering. "This is the Paradox House," he told her, hoping that his explanation would be adequate. "We're in the living room right now, but there are other rooms that are a lot more dangerous. They're down that hallway over there, behind the door." He pointed behind him. "Essentially..." how exactly was it explained to him? He had his own theories, for sure, but those weren't likely to help Mei. "Well, this place takes you from your world for a little bit, lets you wander around here, sort of like another dimension, and then eventually drops you back in your world the same moment you left, no issue. Then it takes you again and you repeat the process all over again."
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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 30, 2019 20:42:43 GMT -5
Daud | Mystery Room | Everyone, but mostly Touka As Vincent swept to one side of the group, Daud swept to the other, eyes gleaming as he scanned the faces of the others as Vincent dealt with Touka. "Is it not strange," he began softly to the others, "how quick she was to insist on listening to it alone?" As Enjolras spoke, Daud nodded sharply. "We should all hear what it has to say," he said, gaze fixed entirely on Touka until Shade spoke. Icy blue eyes narrowed at her. "Is that wise?" he asked, shouldering his way forward. "Should we be placing the evidence in the hands of the most suspicious one here?" He stopped before Touka, staring down his crooked nose at her.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 30, 2019 23:57:30 GMT -5
</div> "Smart idea," The Doctor agreed. She led him forward again now he was through the tight space. At least now, they had come to a corner. The edge of the living room? The Doctor couldn't assume. If this was anything like climbing around inside the TARDIS than they could be anywhere. That said, she thought she could start cutting there way out of this. "The room is the one adjacent to engineering," she confirmed. "But the power is out, so you'll have to work a bit on the door. I can help as well." Or rather, she could do most of the work, but make sure Matt had enough of a distraction to keep himself grounded. "What we can do is find the power that runs through the electric doors on this side." She reached out, one hand landing on the wood of the wall. Then she placed Matt's hand over hers. He could feel the press of the wall through it, but not the texture. "Take this." She wrapped both her own hand and Matt's around the homemade saw. "Push here," she instructed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 1, 2019 0:56:36 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.
"I suppose not. At least not that I'm aware of," said Arthur. "You see, I'm not exactly sure whether I have been or not. Because I haven't gotten to talk to a lot of people. I'm not even sure how long it has been since I was here." Considering he hadn't actually seen any of the crowd he had known other than Arlo, he wasn't sure what to think of that either. As it was, he was a bit worried about the general House situation and what it meant for him. Part of him would rather Myrnin didn't find out he was back, for starters. He felt it might get in the way. The distant look in Arlo's eyes was holding many of the same problems that he thought he'd been able to guess at before. "Witch?" he asked, shifting a little, looking around with a slightly uncomfortable expression. "You don't say ..." It wasn't that uncomfortable. It was more so ... speculative. "What do you think we need to do?" From under the table, the cat hissed. Arthur leaned to the side a bit and could see its mirror-like eyes.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 1, 2019 10:37:33 GMT -5
Mei | Living Room | strider |Mei listened, still and quiet, to Will’s explaination, eyes finally flickering away from him to stare at the ground as she processed it all. He was using strange words as if they were everyday things - things no one would need to question. Other worlds. Other dimensions. It sounded like something out of those shows that were popular with her peers. The ones with the spaceships, and the explosions, and the laser guns. The ones her mother hated, and that she found uninteresting. “I see,” she said at last, keeping her skepticism to herself for the time being. It wasn’t like she had a better theory to offer him. Better to reserve judgement for now. She glanced at the hallway as he indicated it, tilting her head as she tried to see past the doorway. “Why are the other rooms dangerous?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 1, 2019 10:43:36 GMT -5
Vince | Murder Room | <Raintalon> Vincent lifted his gaze in surprise as Touka’s suggestion was unanimously objected. He stared at Enjolras for a baffled moment before glancing back at Touka with the same innocent bemuse. Her attempt to move the discussion elsewhere caused him to smile, a gesture different than his usual sly grin - now he almost looked sympathetic. Daud spoke in perfect tone, stealing the attention of the room while Vincent took the opportunity to extend his open palm in Touka’s direction. “Touka,” He said sweetly, wearing the same pitying smile. He didnt need to say anything else for his purpose to be clear, as his body held an obvious message. Give it to me.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 1, 2019 10:43:40 GMT -5
Matt | Unknown Area | mintedstar/fur |“Oh, the power’s cut,” said Matt, running with the scenario now. It made him feel better, following the trail of plot crumbs that the Doctor was leaving him. A part of him knew she was doing it out of pity, and to keep him from panicking, but she was doing a really good job, and he was grateful, as it was currently the only thing standing between him and a panic attack. He could feel bad about it later, when they were out of here. “That makes sense, if the ship is damaged in some way.” He took the tool and began to push as she’d instructed, almost hearing the pop and crackle of electrical equipment in his mind as the saw began to push through the wood. “You know, it really doesn’t make sense to design ships without a manual release for the doors. I mean - power goes out sometimes, and if it does, you’re still gonna have to move through the ship to get it back on. Why make the doors lock up with no release? It doesn’t make any sense.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 1, 2019 10:57:09 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | @ everyone, but mostly IceclawAs Daud stepped forward, challenging her directly, she met his gaze, staring him down without backing up even a single step. This brought them uncomfortably close together, Daud’s height and build further emphasizing Touka’s slight frame, but she seemed to remain unbothered as she stared up at him, cold eyes holding his stare evenly as she opened her mouth to speak. “Bold words from someone whose clothes reek so strongly of blood that’s not your own,” she said icily, loud enough so the others around could hear it. “Who would you suggest take the evidence, then, if not me? You?” If she sensed Vincent as he neared her, reaching out a hand to try and be the next to commandeer the tape and walkman, she didn’t react to him, likely too distracted by her standoff with the assassin in front of her.
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Post by Auransky on Oct 1, 2019 11:46:26 GMT -5
Raizel observed Sandalphon, specifically his minor warning which could also be considered a ramble, maybe even a rant? Nonetheless , it appeared like the newcomer was concerned about something more apart from the self declared expedition that Arthur and himself were about to embark on. Either that, or Sandalphon was a teacher and was simply warning them about the stranger danger concept-which was something teachers often had to go over due to more recent current events. Nonetheless, he smiled to the stranger, it was best not to ask-rather go along with it. He nodded, “I am grateful for your company.” He softly stated before falling silent. It was Arthur who broke the silence, thankfully. Nonetheless, they proceeded on their quest from before. He followed after Arthur, stopping at the door, with Arthur who initially seemed positive on opening the door. It clearly wasn’t working, on the other hand would he have to open the door himself? He was better at opening the door now, thankfully-would of been bad if it were say... several months back. Nonetheless, the Angel stepped forward, opening the door to follow suit after the ghost who just phased in. After the angel stepped in, he slightly looked behind him just to make sure they hadn’t missed anyone, before proceeding through the door himself. Enter the room : Arthur, Sandalphon, Raizel
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 1, 2019 17:19:38 GMT -5
Myrnin | Murderous Theater Room | ... LITERALLY everyone. Can you tell I was holding this in? Myrnin had read the note several times. Touka had distracted very lovely. Whether someone had been looking or not, he didn't seem to care. He sniffed at the note, turning it over several times, then folded it up again. It was only then that he inserted it into his mouth ... and swallowed. "God, you have been tussling for far too long," drawled Myrnin suddenly, taking most of the attention off Touka by stepping directly in front of Daud. It was only then that he leaned forward, sniffing out the same thing. "Amazing," he added in the same drawl. "Because fun fact ... Vincent doesn't exactly have the cleanest record either. And Enjolras ... well, I can't see him killing anyone without a cause, but I've never said that the House couldn't supply one. Touka isn't human and neither am I. We're both predators and know how to kill. Should I go one, in fact? Because that elastic pink person could just as easily have killed someone and maybe mot even realized what she was doing. Lady Shade dates Hook ... so I suppose even that supplies knowledge of how to kill someone, though I truly expect her to be capable of such things regardless. I know little of her background to confirm." He paused, eyes sweeping to Enjolras and then back to Vincent. "Well? Are we quite through pointing fingers? Any of us could have done it ... or have you also noticed that several of the people who blinked in have now blinked out ... the House itself is probably eliminating the options." He pointed a finger at Daud, "You. Stop fighting with my rather stupid friend. The only thing I can agree to is that the cassette may be best in Enjolras' hands. I do at least know that whether he is or is not the killer ... he wont know what to do with the cassette. Which either meant the cassette had no information on it, or that Enjolras wasn't the killer, or that the House had somehow allowed the Frenchmen to have knowledge of how it works." Myrnin's eyes swept over everyone again. "You. Pink Elastic Person ... what is your name anyway?" It was probably the first time anyone had asked. "Aaaaaaaaaaand another thing," he said, as if the small respite by reading the note had only held back the flood. "Keep us in a group all you like, Mr. Enjolras. I can tell there will already be pointing fingers. If it helps ... the man is a blinker. Not House generated. This was his third blink. Which begs the question ... was this another person with a temperament as ... hit-able as Hook and Vincent to create an enemy in such a short time? Or was this staged." Nodding at the stage, he grinned, glancing around. "Staged? Staged? Oh come on. Whatever. Didn't expect me to play Sherlock, now really." Then he spun so suddenly that no human eye could have possible followed. And then all Touka probably could see was eyes because Myrnin was looking directly into hers. "No," he said brightly. "I think the House told someone to do this and promised ... something ... in return. As far as I know ... even Vince isn't stupid enough to do this without some sort of motivation." His green eyes searched Touka's and it was only Touka who might possibly be able to see the panic in them. No ... not panic. Honest fear. Though what of ... or of who ... it wasn't clear. When he turned back, the deep emotions were wiped from his gaze. "Vincent likes toying with people far too much to kill without reason. Marshmallow Stick Man -" he was referring to Daud. "- Is unshakeable. Can't be annoyed. He didn't waaaaaaaaanna fight me. Considering this man," he nudged Joey with a toe. "Is about as skinny and scruffy as a beanpole, I find it unlikely that there would have been reason to kill him. As for the rest ... other than Pink Elastic Person's clear naivety ... you're all my friends and I don't think you'd do something like this out of anger. So ... I continue my statement. We are being played. Just like the Arena room, the House probably set up some ultimatum which had to be met. The only question is ... who."
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 1, 2019 18:50:29 GMT -5
Will | Living Room | <Raintalon> Will followed Mei's gaze towards the hallway, still looking at it as he considered the best way to answer. "Sometimes people get really hurt in rooms. I had to watch one of my friends get really badly hurt there. I..." how did he explain casually to someone new that he had died in a room? That wasn't something he felt like he could just throw at her. "Well..." he shook his head, fixing his gaze back on Mei. "There are some fun ones, but you never know before you go in. We could see one, if you wanted, because we aren't alone, but you gotta be ready in case it's something bad." He could do with a fun room right now. Even a dangerous one if it was a good enough distraction. "I'll be honest, I haven't been here nearly as long as some of the others. You'll find that some people have other theories or they may explain things differently if you don't like my explanation." He smiled at her, trying to be as welcoming as he could be. "You don't have to get it right now. Or ever, really," he added, brows creasing as he let out a small laugh at the absurdity of it all. "I'm Will, by the way."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 1, 2019 18:59:15 GMT -5
Vincent pressed his tongue against his teeth, pursing his lips for just a moment before sinking back into his typical smirk. He didn’t comment on the rejection he’d just faced, but he was watching Daud carefully as he suggested the object be passed on to Enjolras. His fingers curled up slowly, drawing his extended hand towards his chest with a raised eyebrow sent in Daud’s direction. He didn’t look upset by any means, more so like he was toying with the concept of being offended. When Myrnin took the spotlight he rolled his eyes a little, folding his arms over his chest while he listened. He cocked his eyebrow or smiled several times, but mostly he remained still while the vampire went on and on...and on. However, as Myrnin declared that the man was a blinker he straightened slightly, frowning. He didn’t smile at the comment that was made about him as he probably usually would have, nor did he throughout the rest of the spiel. “The hell’d you pull all that out of?” He asked sharply when Myrnin finished. “What suddenly made this guy a blinker?” He went on, smirk tugging back. He lifted his chin, tilting his head slightly to look down at the body. Judging by his gleeful expression, he was over whatever had distracted him from his pleasant mood just moments ago - or perhaps had simply found a way to spin it in a positive direction. He scratched absently at his scar before turning his attention back to the previous speaker. He seemed to consider speaking for a moment, then just smiled, distracted by his own thoughts.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 1, 2019 19:05:04 GMT -5
Mei | Living Room | strider |The new boy seemed nice. She’d been worried he wouldn’t be, so it was a relief to see him smile and laugh, even when it didn’t occur to her to return the favor. Her expression stayed still and neutral as usual, but she did look up at him again, reassured by his tone that he wasn’t trying to mess with her, no matter how unlikely his explaination seemed to be. Usually she could tell when people were messing with her, although she didn’t always understand why. “Will,” she repeated, sounding out the foreign name. It was an American name, she thought, but his Japanese was perfect. She supposed be must’ve been raised in Japan, though he himself clearly wasn’t Japanese. His parents immigrated, maybe. She started a little, realizing she’d been staring again for several seconds when she was supposed to be giving her name. “Ah - I’m Mei. Misaki Mei.” She glanced again at the hall, then back to Will. “I’m going to go in a room. You don’t have to follow if you want to stay here.”
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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 Oct 2, 2019 0:22:18 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | Murder Mystery Room |
Enjolras nodded once at Shade's explanation, though whether he understood the concept or was just rolling with what the House was throwing at him was unclear. He threw an icy glare at Vincent as he gunned for the evidence as well.
Enjolras blinked in surprise as Daud designated him the carrier of the walkman tape, dipping his head once in assent. As Myrnin seconded and then, secondly, insulted him, Enjolras started to nod and then narrowed his eyes at the vampire. "Thanks." He replied dryly, sarcasm thick in his tone, though he turned towards Touka expectantly.
"Short time? This is the House. It could have been going on as long as it wanted. This could have been Joey's 50th blink, with the House's stipulation that no one here happened to see him after his third. Whoever killed him may have met him in other blinks. You forget, there is no time here." Enjolras contradicted as Myrnin theorized, his gaze travelling over the assembled party.
Despite his earlier contradiction of Myrnin's statements- and a quirked eyebrow and concerned look at Myrnin's sudden irregular, quirky movements- Enjolras voiced agreement with his second theory, saying, "It does seem like the House to act as such. It's playing with us, seeing what we'll do. It's forced us to kill before." A pause. The Frenchman seemed to be reminiscing on something for a moment before he continued, addressing the group. "If anyone has done this under duress of the House, we will not hold you accountable. Just let us know what happened."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 2, 2019 0:41:08 GMT -5
"Fine, fine," muttered Myrnin. "Rub it in. I was a lazy human." His voice was dry, though there was a humorous light in his eyes. He seemed to be warming to the idea that Hange was a better runner than him. "Just don't expect to beat me in a fight. I am far more refined then you." He probably meant to sound pompous ... and he had succeeded. But Hange was right. This little thing didn't mean he was going to stop. Only he kind of thought he had to right around now. He didn't want to expend any more energy. Vampires here or not, he would prefer not undoing the work he had put into changing Hange just because he got hungry enough to try and attacking another vampire. "But until then, I'm going to play at being the old man I am and take it easy. Unless there was anything else you wanted to do?" Maybe it wasn't responsible, but his interest was still sparked when it came to Hange's curiosity. He wasn't sure what they might like to do.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 2, 2019 13:03:39 GMT -5
L | Mystery Room | literally everyone L blinked into the mystery room, staring at something in front of him with an expression of ultimate boredom. “You said that already.” He pointed it in an extremely surly tone before realizing where he was and taking a step backwards. “Hello, what’s all this?” He asked, sounding significantly more interested as he headed for the group on the stage, all gathered around. He stopped, eyes wide. Then he moved quicker, skipping the steps entirely as he pulled himself up onto the stage and joined the crowd, craning his neck to look over Daud’s shoulder at the body. He stared at it in silence for a while, invading Daud’s personal space but not seeming to care. Then he squeezed through and crouched next to it, feeling the neck for a pulse first, then inspecting the area around the body. “Could everyone move a little further from the evidence?” He spoke up, shooting the crowd in general and Vincent, Touka, and Daud specifically an annoyed look. “You’re contaminating everything. All right, except maybe Touka. At least she’s wearing gloves.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 2, 2019 15:25:23 GMT -5
"Good question!" said The Doctor, sounding pleased, as if Matt had just asked a simple question that she had been waiting for him to ask. "What might be on this ship that they don't have a manual release for the doors? What would they want to keep in - or out - of one of the most important rooms in the ship, hum?" She sounded excited, as if this was some sort of puzzle she wanted to figure out, rather than just a story she was telling. "So, ya have to wonder ... what is or was being kept on this ship before the power was cut? And how was the power cut?" The saw was making work of the wall and she was glad. She felt along the slice that was being pushed into the wood. Like before, it felt a lot thicker than what she might have liked. She took the saw from Matt after a second and took over. She was partway done with the hole when she started talking again. "So. The box is open and exposed. Ya've cut a couple of the wires and ya hope that's just disabled the door. But ya don't have a torch with ya, so ya not completely sure you cut the right colored wires. They didn't exactly teach ya this in basic training. Ya were told that this place wouldn't have this sort of situation. Yar a bit annoyed with basic training, actually. Clearly they weren't good with their job in teaching ya." So you move back to the door." She found Matt again, gripping his shoulders so he was facing the part of the wall she had cut away. "Now all ya have to do is kick down the door and get to work on some repairs. Then everything should be fine and ya can figure out what happened."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 2, 2019 16:25:00 GMT -5
Touka | Murder Mystery Room | @ everyone but especially Cloverleaf |Touka glowered at Daud for a few more seconds, eyes burning, but as Myrnin got between them, she finally stepped back to get out of his way. She was quiet while everyone around her began to create a racket - she listened first to Myrnin, then to Vince, then to Enj, and then, finally, to the newest among them - L. Then, when everyone had made their points, her grip finally loosened on the walkman, and she handed it over to Enj, still scowling but seeming to give up on her idea of keeping the evidence to herself. “Here,” she said sullenly, handing over the headphones as well. “Be careful, if you drop it it’ll break.” She seemed distracted from his next words, though - her gaze traveled again to Myrnin and stopped there, scanning his expression. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t speak. Not yet, anyway.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 2, 2019 16:41:16 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room adjacent | mintedstar/fur |Matt nodded along emphatically with what the Doctor was saying, occasionally offering up a “hmm” or “uh-huh” as a way of showing that he was listening. “Yeah, exactly!” He crossed his arms and began to tap his foot, thinking as the Doctor took over the job of cutting into the wall. “Why would they seal it off? A design flaw, or something else? And the more important question is whether or not cutting the power was intentional, or accidental damage. If it was sabotage, whoever did it might still be here, so we’ll have to be careful.” As the Doctor instructed him to finish off the door, he took a deep breath, and let it out in a slow sort of whistle, trying to steady himself as he prepared. Then, with a squeaky kind of yell, he kicked out with all his strength, slamming his foot into the loose piece of wood and knocking it out of the wall entirely, forcing it out onto the other side where it landed with a faint clang. At the sight of the open corridor, Matt’s breaths began to grow shaky again. He seemed a bit stunned by the action he’d just competed, and fora second, he just stood there, mouth slightly agape as his brain caught up to what was happening. “Woah,” he said, and abruptly, his knees gave out from under him, and he collapsed, beginning to shake from his position on the floor. At first, it looked like he was melting down, but that was only until you saw that he was grinning. “Th-that was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” he said, wheezing with post adrenaline laughter. “Damn, now it’s done I feel like such an idiot...thanks though, Doc. That was some creative thinking.”
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Post by Auransky on Oct 2, 2019 18:50:40 GMT -5
At least they kept him on his toes; referring to Myrnin and Hange. It wasn’t something where the cadets raced, soldiers, and just about everyone who asked for his presence, bored him to death. Elliot stayed in front-somehow, they were giving him a run for his money, but that was expected since he decided not to run, instead relying on a combination of abilities to leap backwards in sync between the two, this way he was facing the two directly as they raced further down the hall. Elliot was only physically seen, between every individual blink, staring at the watch rather then the two racers themselves. Elliot did recall Myrnin’s earlier comment about Vampires of his world having limits, or something along the lines of being made as you are, and the possibility to enhance based on individual skill. Which led to the possibility of Myrnin winning; he was unaware of the vampire’s hunger, and he had entirely overlooked the bloodbags in the corner of the room, mainly because of the restrictions limiting him earlier from noticing. Yet, fate seemed to like twisting expectations as Hange sped past Myrnin. Elliot briefly raised a brow, but there was another thing to consider-something that was more relatable to his world; speciality Regardless, Hange kept going, and seemed to want to stop. It was an unorthodox maneuver , but they managed to do it. He glimpsed at his pocket watch, seeing that sixty seconds had come and gone, Closing the pocket watch he came to a graceful stop, observing Hange who was heading back to join Myrnin who seemed to be processing what had just happened. Elliot didn’t need to see the vampire’s expression, it was easily noted. He took a look behind him, observing the hallway that they had been traveling down, it was long and even with a perceptive view, it seemed endless. There was no use to further continue, and so he returned his head towards Hange’s direction, to see that Hange headed back to join Myrnin. To quickly catch up, he leapt forward, disappearing into the darkness briefly before reappearing a few steps away from the two who seemed to be discussing. He looked off to the side, as if expecting someone to be standing next to him. Seeing no one clearly there his attention returned to the two who only a few steps away were engaged in their moment. He decided not to intervene, there was no reason to intervene, it was none of his purpose to intervene. But one could be deduced from this conversation, someone’s pride was hurt. Quietly he pulled out his pocket watch, opening it up to stare at the clock, then the royal brand on the top of the lid; looking past the brand, he briefly stared at his reflection, before closing it up and returning his attention to the two.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 3, 2019 17:44:40 GMT -5
L Lawliet | Murder Mystery Room | Everyone but mostly IceclawAs most people backed off, L seemed to relax a little. His sharp gaze was moving over the body when Daud addressed him and he looked up, eyes narrowed slightly, as though annoyed to be spoken to. “There could still be a chance for me to recover something, assuming I can make everyone stop trampling the evidence like feral children.” He answered flatly, and looked at the body again. “I’m L. What do we know about what happened here? Obviously from the set up this is the House’s doing, but I can’t tell whether the victim is a blinker or not.” He glanced up, at every other person in the room first, then narrowed his eyes at Daud again. “Were you here at the beginning of the room? Please tell me everything you can think of that happened until now. Any details at all could be crucial.”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 3, 2019 18:00:02 GMT -5
Shade | Murder Mystery Room | [Oops!] it Shade looked amused by Myrnin's deduction, smiling at him with her eyebrows level. For a long while, she listened to the rest, narrowing her eyes when a new person blinked in and started walking over everyone. "I'd like to put in that technically I can't contaminate anything, I've no fingerprints," she said, her voice quiet enough she wouldn't interrupt the whole conversation, but easily loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She watched the exchange between Touka and Enjolras, staring at the small device he was now protecting. Then, lifting her attention again to L, watching him take charge and focus in on Daud. Apparently deciding to leave them to it, she looked over her shoulder and turned around. Sliding between people, she walked around behind the staircase prop and started examining around it. Kneeling down, she looked around the edges, feeling the wood below for signs of scraping or dragging, or any sign it had been moved.
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Asexual
zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Oct 3, 2019 19:00:30 GMT -5
Spinel was still absent-mindedly smiling as the accusations were being thrown about. She wasn't fazed by any of them, honestly. It didn't occur to her that someone would want to do something like that- at least, she wouldn't want to. She was a friend- a best friend to be exact. She wouldn't want to hurt anyone- maybe play a game, sure, but not hurt anyone. "I'm Spinel!" She stated brightly, before fading again into silence with another small smile as she listened. As the new person appeared, she let out a small gasp, eyes round. "Where'd you come from?" She questioned, apparently forgetting about how she came in in a similar way. To her, there were so many things appearing and disappearing. For one thing, she'd appeared here. Or was it the Garden disappeared? Then, the new guy appeared, and the note had gone missing. "And where'd the note go?" She questioned, more curious than accusatory.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 3, 2019 22:26:58 GMT -5
(Thank you, Spinel, for being the only one to logically notice the fact that a key piece of evidence has up and disappeared. XD ) Myrnin | The Mystery Room ft. M & M | Most Everyone Again There was a second where Myrnin looked at Vincent as if he was stupid - then he looked at Daud as if he was the same. Then he rolled his eyes and looked about to speak. But several things happened in relatively quick succession. Myrnin looked at Enjolras as if the Frenchman had just taken Myrnin's favorite shirt and torn it up. Then he looked at L as if he was offended that the newly appeared blinker would ever think he would dirty the evidence. "Hello L," he said. He didn't back up for a very long second - then he seemed to give in and took a step back. Maybe he thought he had more important things to do than talk to the detective, because instead he scoffed at Enjolras. "No. I did not forget. As it stands, people do invent time here, though. This was his third blink, according to Joey's own count. I know that Arlo counted her blinks when outside the House. It isn't like this fellow couldn't have updated his count." The scoff was real. By this point, Myrnin didn't seem to want to deal with the Frenchman. He spun away, waste coat flurrying out around him. One of the lower buttons may or may not have come undone. Myrnin absently buttoned it again as he glared at Vincent. He didn't say anything. He just glared. He also completely - and rather purposefully - ignored Spinel. His position was away from L, his back completely to the detective, and he finished glaring at Vincent. When he had finished, he looked back at Touka. His eyes darted to her swiftly, before he said in a tone of voice that was almost a low shout, "He was a blinker. He'd blinked in three times - this was his fourth time. His name was Joey. As for being in here at the beginning of the room ... that was me. I was the first one to blink in." All of this was said with his back to L and facing Touka. His eyes looked down to her hands, then to her hair, and then he glanced away. "Not like order of blinks matter. Or stupid things like that." His eyes shifted sideways and he grinned at Vincent - or maybe it was a grimace.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 3, 2019 23:25:03 GMT -5
"Given that the police cannot see past the end of their nose," muttered Kid into his phone as he blinked in - only to be cut off when the phone just disappeared from his hand. He took it in stride and dropped his hand back to his side. He rolled his eyes as he looked around the room, not particularly impressed with the situation. It wasn't a large interruption, but he would have preferred to finish the conversation. Instead, he tapped his foot against the floor. A red scarf snaked out from under the cuff of his pants, moving over his shoe as if it was an animated snake. Kid watched it, expecting to grade himself on how well he did this trick later.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 4, 2019 2:03:30 GMT -5
The small boy looked brightly up at Noah and dipped his head up and down very fast in a nod - his hair got all in his face during the process until he was almost chewing it. He took Noah's hand and then wobbly got onto the pogo stick again. His feet looked a bit shaky in their current position and Amico wobbled a bit as he tried to stand straighter. But he did seem a bit braver and bent and unbent his knees a bit out of experiment. If he hadn't been holding Noah's hand, he would have fallen over ages ago. As it was, the boy was still shaky enough that after a handful of hesitant hops that didn't even get him off the ground, the small boy hurriedly jumped off and took a step back. "W-what do you think we have to do in this room?" he inquired. "Just play?" He wasn't sure what point there might actually be.
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