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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 10, 2019 14:20:38 GMT -5
L | Murder Room | Mostly Iceclaw, mintedstar/fur, and Cloverleaf L narrowed his eyes at Myrnin and didn’t answer. His eyes were wide and unblinking, his posture as bad as ever. He followed with his eyes as the vampire stepped around him, then raised his eyebrows as he ended up close to Vincent again. It was impossible to tell what he thought about that aside from the tiny sigh he gave and the way he scratched at one ear absentmindedly. He turned back to consider Daud. “Yes, I can see that.” He agreed, apparently dividing his attention equally between the Daud and the other two troublemakers. “The vampire is called Myrnin, and is a friend of mine. I don’t say that to imply I don’t believe you, it’s just a fact.” He looked at Touka next, then his eyes moved to Enjolras and the device, then back to Daud. “You’re new, I take it. Newer than most of us, anyway. You see, I dislike suspecting people I know of coldblooded murder, so I’m going to suggest that there’s something else going on here. This is supposed to be a mystery set up by the House, right? That means there’s a goal, which means there’s probably evidence we’re supposed to follow to lead us to our conclusion. If that’s the case, it’s almost certainly one of the people in this room, or it would be a disappointing mystery.” He looked back at Enjolras and held out a hand. He didn’t say what he wanted, but he clearly expected the other man to understand.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 10, 2019 15:40:26 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | Just L
Daud scoffed, rolling his eyes as L spoke. "Never mind then," he said, leering at L. "Your friends can stick a knife in your back better than any stranger can." With that said, he turned haughtily on his heel, coat sweeping out behind him as he walked away, purposefully ignoring Myrnin and Vincent's scene. He took the steps down to the audience, then settled into a chair, kicking his feet up onto the back of one as he pulled a cigar out and lit it. The faint glow from the end of the cigar illuminated a flat, uncaring gaze. Evidently he thought he'd done enough.
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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 11, 2019 1:20:13 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | Murder Mystery Room |
Enjolras looked from Myrnin's whine for advice to Vincent, then back to Myrnin, cheeks flaming. He cleared his throat, throwing his gaze downwards to the scene of the murder. "Gentlemen, it may have slipped your minds, but there's currently a murder investigation going on." "And please, let's try to leave Myrnin's buttons intact- he's underdressed as it is." Enjolras added before turning his attention to L. A hesitating expression flickered over his face in a moment of reflection.
"We listen to it-" He paused, probably caught on the modern device's terminology. "-or use it, here, with everyone. That way no one can claim anything that isn't true." After he spoke he held out the Walkman to L, though his grip was not loose enough to take the device until he would hear that L agreed to the statement.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 11, 2019 1:27:44 GMT -5
At this point, Shade had been lurking behind the stairs for long enough, and she also seemed to realize this as she was strolling around from the other side of them. Her eyes drifted over the crowd, settling on Myrnin and Vincent with a mildly concerned expression. Very briefly her attention was diverted to Daud as he marched off the stage, but then she looked back to the pair of lanky men and frowned, further concerned, until Touka stepped in, then she relaxed notably. At least until she shoved one of them. Coming up behind Vincent, she put her hand out in case he was to sway and needed stabilizing, then settled a respectful distance next to him. "You two really are very amusing, would love to see you go to dinner together." Her ears angled over to Enjolras as he began speaking, eyes soon following. At the comment about her friend's buttons she chuckled softly, then spoke to Vincent; "I would like to ask, though," she began, "You and.. him-" she gestured to Daud, "-were interested in listening to the cassette earlier, before everyone got sidetracked... Do you have any other thoughts about what's going on? You seem like a thinker," she finished. Though she was addressing him, she still was watching everyone else, especially now that the Frenchman had actually proposed they listen to the cassette. "... And I'm not sure how many other people here are," she mumbled, looking at the more... carefree, prettily colored visitors.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2019 16:30:16 GMT -5
L didn’t flinch at the words. He didn’t even blink as he watched the tall, scarred man make his way off the stage and to the seats below before he answered in a murmur. “Yes. I expect that’s true.” He turned away. Apparently Daud’s lack of interest in the proceedings wasn’t a problem for him, or at least it wasn’t an urgent one. Instead he glanced at Myrnin and Vincent again, then turned his intense stare back to Enjolras as the older man spoke. His pale fingers pinched the tip of the cassette, just enough to hang on to it. There was a pause. Then L nodded once, never breaking eye contact with Enjolras. “Agreed. To keep myself from becoming a suspect, as much as anything else, it would be best to keep everyone on the same page. If anyone has a problem with that, they can say so now and we’ll talk about it. Is that agreeable to you?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 11, 2019 17:08:34 GMT -5
Only directly at Shadepelt15 but mentions basically everyone in M&M room Vincent blinked in surprise as Myrnin poked at his chest, looking down as if expecting some kind of crater or stain to be left there. He seemed distant as Myrnin spoke, assumably not entirely paying attention to what was being said; supported by his limited reaction to the next prompt Myrnin gave about cologne. “Well, do they smell the same?” He asked simply, his lively smile causing the tone of his query to evade blatant sarcasm only scarcely. The man chuckled as the vampire went on, tilting his head with a soft; “hum,” mimicking the noise Myrnin seemed to despise. Tugging on the button, the sound of Myrnin’s surprise made him lift his eyes, raising both eyebrows in response to the baffled look on the vampire’s face. Perhaps he’d been expecting something else from the vampire, for the look he gave Enjolras was rather harsh for just a quizzical glance. The Frenchmen could easily spot the annoyed look melt into satisfaction quickly, however, smiling as the question Myrnin had for Enjolras was actually spoken. He looked away, shoulders shaking slightly as he chuckled to himself; continuing his process on the button with Myrnin’s perturbed narration of the events. His pleasant smirk remained when Myrnin’s face suddenly grew very close to his, his fingertips ever so slightly pushing down the the button’s top half. “Oh?” He said softly. His eyes lit up as Myrnin whispered something to him, his hand leaving the button briefly as if to reach for a new location. Before he could, Touka’s shoulder was driven into his chest, sending him backwards a couple of strides. If anyone were to be watching the man while Touka spoke, it was clear Vincent was not very happy with her. His usual smile was replaced with a, even if only temporary, look of loathing. He curled his lip slightly at the ghoul’s words, but the expression transformed with fluidity into a smile as Shade caught him. Her comment about dinner, followed by Enjolras’ interpretation of the scene allowed his smirk to regenerate fully, giggling softly. Glancing about with squinted eyes, he seemed to just be soaking up all the negative attention radiating in his direction. He gave Myrnin another forlorn look before facing the others with a more thoughtful expression. As Enjolras suggested that they listen to the tape he straightened slightly, glancing at L as the detective agreed. “Shade is it?” He said, suddenly turning to her. If he thought that Myrnin’s title for her was a common formality, he didn’t seem to use it. “Vincent.” He offered his hand, pale eyes locked on her.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 11, 2019 18:35:41 GMT -5
The look Myrnin shot after Vincent was one of mystification - at best - but the one he shot at Enjolras was of a child, abandoned in his hour of need. The mix bag of reactions parading across his face was shaken only when he noticed Shade. He just stuck his tongue out at her, though he seemed more amused by her comment about dinner than anything else. Probably a thankful relief for everyone in the room, she was keeping Vincent occupied. He fiddled with the top button on his waistcoat, which was now dangerously loose. The action seemed absentminded and he tried not to look at Enjolras. The vampire might have been coloring ever so slightly, it was hard to tell with his pale skin tone. Instead he just muttered to L, a bit late considering his ... interaction ... with Vincent, sounding grateful, "Thanks." Whether it was for the comment about being a friend or just the whole way L was considering the room was up for interpenetration. He just flat out ignored any discussion about the cassette. Instead he just gripped Touka, who he'd left hanging with her question, by the wrist. "In fact, I did," he muttered, sounding a bit frustrated that she'd taken so long to pick up on it. He pulled at her wrist, taking several steps away from the collection of people (or maybe just Vincent) but not away from them. He was just a couple steps away. If he said anything, someone was bound to hear. But he didn't need to say anything to Touka. All that he had done was, by taking her hand to pull her a couple steps away, placed something in her hand. A slim piece of paper. (It wasn't the note he had swallowed. Or if it was, he'd done some amazing slight of hand. And if Touka were to peak at it, she would have been able to see just the slight curl of Myrnin's spidery handwriting along the edges.) From there, he just looked her in the eye again, as if once again trying to find something there. Or maybe like he was trying to send some message without actually speaking. Then he dropped her hand, saying with a glance at the body, "If there's anything you want me to do ... to help ... then you just have to ask me. Though it isn't like I didn't appreciate the way out. That man confuses me. Maybe that is a discussion for another day, however. But if you need my assistance ... I'll just be over there." This seemed to be the only verbal message he had to give. He turned, the edges of his florescent waistcoat catching the stage lighting in an eye-watering fashion. Then he jumped over to the same row of seats that Daud had gone to sit on, alighting on the top of the back of a seat. From there he perched on the back much like L tended to sit, but with far more vampire grace and balance.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 11, 2019 19:13:22 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | most everybody but especially mintedstar/fur and Cloverleaf |“Agh - Myrnin, hang on - “ stammered Touka, stumbling as she was pulled along with the vampire, a few steps away from the others. “What, already? Are you - “ But then she stopped, going abruptly silent as he pushed something into her hand. She glanced down at it - barely even turning her head - and turned it over in her hand for a moment, reading over both sides. Then, quickly, she looked back up at him, eyes meeting his and darting back and forth across his face. Her expression was blank - wholly unreadable. Then, she nodded slowly, lowering her hand and pocketing the note as subtly as possible. “Yeah...okay. Thanks.” And then he was gone, leaping off towards the assassin who had excused himself from the entire ordeal. She watched him go, silent, face drawn with an emotion that was difficult to name just from looking at her face. Pensive, perhaps, or maybe she was just thinking. Then, she began to walk towards the stage, shooting Daud a look of disdain that was definitely not difficult to decipher on her way. With her usual ghoulish grace, she leapt onto the stage, pausing to crouch by Joey’s corpse for a long moment. Her brow was furrowed as she stared down at him, barely moving. Seeming to be lost in thought. Then, she stood up, and began to walk. She walked quickly and determinedly straight towards Enj, eyes hardened in a way that would immediately startle anyone who’d known her for any length of time. She held out a hand once she reached him. “Enj. Give me the walkman.” Her voice was oddly cold, and from the look on her face, it was fairly clear that it was a demand, not a question.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 11, 2019 20:03:30 GMT -5
L | Murder Room | All L’s gaze snapped to Touka. He stared at her, the intensity in his dark eyes enough to melt metal. His fingers didn’t leave the cassette, but he was no longer looking at the revolutionary. He was staring at Touka, then Myrnin, then Touka again. Suddenly he snatched for the cassette, aiming to pull it out of Enjolras’s grip. Whether he succeeded or not he ran for the body, shoving roughly past anyone who got in his way, assuming they were weak enough for him to move. If they weren’t, he dodged around them with surprising agility. Once at the body, he pushed the head to the side and checked the neck, all sides of it.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 11, 2019 23:49:05 GMT -5
Crutchie | Living Room | ®Hawkpath® Crutchie frowned. It almost seemed like Sherlock cared about him getting beat up, especially with him offering to help defend himself… he was just kidding himself. “Yes,” he replied suspiciously, eyes narrowed. “I know them. But they attack me and they don’t attack the littles. And I cain’t be armed or else nobody’ll buy from me. They see you attack someone and all the customers turn the other way.” He gritted his teeth, eyes drifting towards the hallway. He didn’t know why, but he had some energy that he rather wanted to work off in a room. Not that he was looking forward to going into another one with Sherlock, but if possible the other man was actually tolerable this time. “Morris and Oscar ain’t capable of doing too much harm, else they’d be fired. But they’se allowed to push us around a bit.” It was more clear than he’d meant it to be that “us” referred almost entirely to him. Maybe because he was easy to pick on. Not that he didn’t stand up to them in his own way, but… well, he was more frustrated about it now than he’d ever let himself be in his world. In his world he had learned to grin and bear it, but here he was allowed to at least be angered by it. “One day I’ll get ‘ta soak em. When I’m old enough to not ‘ave to hawk papers anymore.”
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Post by Auransky on Oct 12, 2019 0:05:34 GMT -5
Raizel followed the two into the room, which for a brief moment blinded him. That-or there was nothing to view initially. Nonetheless, he sensed no danger at the moment, which was a kind of relief. Wincing briefly, he couldn't help but relax entirely in their new surroundings. It was the woods-nature, wildlife, a world that he was most familiar with. Sorta-he traveled through it often, but most notably stared out through his window for so many years. He looked around, it looked like the sun was starting to set-it was that nice time of the day, when the trees sprung to life with their long engaging shadows. His attention did turn to Sandalphon and Arthur who seemed to carry some sorts of concerns. He sniffed the air, the smell of chipping burning wood, turning his attention towards the campfire set up not too far from where they stood. He quietly walked over towards the fire, there were wooden logs circled around it, something he had heard the other kids from school talk about in terms of camping trips. He was so engulfed at the moment, that he entirely dismissed the primarch's brief stiffness. Standing inches from the fire, he observed the setup, then noticed some log cabins in the direction where he stood. He blinked, almost nudging his head back. Everything was entirely like his classmates said. "Maybe there's someone here?" He couldn't help but wonder. "I don't think wolves will cause us any issues." He couldn't help but imagine some of his friends' from the werewolf pack.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 12, 2019 0:41:22 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah frowned, trying to figure out if he was right about the racing idea. “I’ve done it before, but I don’t remember if I won or not.” He shrugged. “Once you learn to have a little bit more balance, you can try!” He was pretty confident that Myrnin was going to pick it up quickly. Most little kids seemed to be able to pick things like this up more quickly than adults, at any rate. “Of course!” He added, holding out his hand again and steadying the pogo stick for Amico. “They were really fast,” he added with a grin. “And I know I was right behind them the entire time.” Though he couldn’t recall if this was something that had already happened or something that was going to happen. As difficult as the circle was the navigate in his world, it was even harder in the House. Not that he could explain that to the little boy, though…
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2019 1:43:35 GMT -5
"What?" Myrnin muttered under his breath. He suddenly sat straighter, knees tucking a little and spin curving. If he'd looked like a crouching bird before, now he looked like a mouse - almost on his toes enough that he wasn't quite standing, arms forward slightly, and head tilted back. He was staring at Touka like she'd grown an extra head and his eyes had gone wide and almost panicked. He glanced at Daud, then stood up. The seat groaned, liking the weight of a full grown vampire on the back of the upholstery even less and less. Now Myrnin was at least the height L was, and L had the advantage of being on the stage. Myrnin seemed completely torn between watching him and watching Touka. His eyes were drawn to Touka yet again, however, as soon as he saw what L was doing. Something in his shoulders changed - tension bleeding out for a second before returning full force. His eyes widened so much that the whites were greatly exposed and the black of his pupil had expanded enough that there was only the thinnest ring of color could be seen. The color wasn't green, it was red. That left little options. Myrnin had high enough emotions that it could only be a few options for what he was experiencing. He was silent for several brilliant seconds, looking torn. Then his pupils swiftly shrank back to normal size and suddenly shifted back to green. He was still standing on the back of the chair, but his shoulders were relaxed now. "L," he said, eyebrows rising slightly. "What are you doing?" There was a note in his voice, something odd and pregnant and untraceable. He purposefully didn't look at Touka now, his eyes having broken away.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 12, 2019 2:30:58 GMT -5
Shade watched the taller man, her expression losing some of its friendly appeals when he didn't answer her question, and instead just jumped straight to introductions. The scars over her cheeks pulled as she pursed her lips and looked him up and down. During her hesitation, her eyes flickered to keep tabs on the conversations around them, some of which left her a bit more stiff than she had previously been. "Mmm," she hummed, looking back to Vincent's face. She stared hard into his eyes, her own a bit more severe. Despite the weird suspicious hostility, she lifted her hand and grabbed onto his wrist, giving his whole forearm a hearty shake. "Sounds classy. Seen you around for a while, glad we're finally introduced." Despite his weird mannerisms, she remained relatively neutral with her tone, and even smirked at him. Slightly. And it wasn't a smile, no, a smirk. Specifically. But then with the abruptness of L making a mad dash for the body, her attention was ripped away and she looked down at him, obviously perplexed by someone else going up and contaminating the goddamn body again. The sound of Myrnin's apparent distress pulled her attention yet again, in very whiplash ensuring fashion, and she frowned at her friend with concern. "Myrnin? Whats wrong?" she asked from her place on the stage, her eyes dilating so she could see him a bit more clearly where he stood.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 12, 2019 7:33:42 GMT -5
Vincent didn’t say anything to disturb Shade’s contemplation. It was hard to tell if he was getting impatient or not, but his face certainly brightened when she finally took his arm. looking down intently. “Classy?” He echoed with a sigh of amusement that trialed off into a small chuckle. “Hmm,” he said, his fingers suddenly tightening around her wrist. Before either party could bring attention to his sudden restraining grip, L darted by at alarming pace, clearly headed for the body. “Find any?” He asked lazily, looking back at Shade’s left arm that was still in his possession. He lifted his eyebrow slightly, frowning to himself. Without explanation he lifted her limb closer to him, examining it carefully. He let his grip slip further, taking ahold of her wrist in a way the would force her to release his own. Silently, he brought her knuckle up and stared at it, then stared away blankly, then released. “Okay.” He said simply.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2019 8:14:23 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | everyone but mostly ®Hawkpath®As L grabbed the cassette, something in Touka seemed to snap. In an instant, her kagune unfurled in a brilliant flash and she took off, propelling herself across the theater at incredible speed towards the detective, using the backs of the chairs as stepping stones as she almost flew towards him. She spread her kagune like wings, and then folded them backwards as she dove, fingers latching around the cassette as she sped across his line of sight. Time seemed to slow as she passed, and her eyes flashed with an odd light as she locked them on L, just for a split second. And then, her foot hit the stage at an angle, and the moment was over. She leapt upwards towards the balcony, wrenching the cassette from L’s hand with an incredible force that was probably enough break an arm if L didn’t let go in time to prevent it.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 12, 2019 12:59:08 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | Anybody but nobody specific Multiple things happened at once: Myrnin tensed in a manner Daud was all too familiar with, L bolted across the stage, and something akin to solid fire exploded from Touka as she raced toward L. Daud clenched his fist and vanished, breaking into fragments of himself that twisted away as he disappeared. To anyone who didn't know his abilities, it would almost have appeared that he had blinked out. He had not. He reappeared in the rafters above the stage that the lights hung from, landing lightly in a smooth, practiced crouch. Snuffing the cigar out on the rafter, he narrowed his eyes down at the chaos below him, quickly loading a bolt into the portable crossbow attached to his wrist.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2019 13:47:13 GMT -5
L frowned slightly down at the neck, as though puzzled at what he saw. “I’m checking for bite marks.” He answered the vampire simply. There was no softening tone to his words, no expression to give it a different meaning. He met the vampire’s red - no, green - gaze for an instant, before Touka leapt at him and he froze. He moved to pull himself out of harm’s way, and his expression tightened, almost like he’d been expecting the move. He successfully moved almost out of reach before her fingers closed around the tape and she pulled. There was a loud CRACKand he stumbled, a sharp, ragged, almost soundless gasp escaping him. The cassette was gone, and he was staring dazedly down at his oddly crooked arm as though he couldn’t quite understand what he was seeing. Then he grit his teeth and stared straight into the ghoul’s eyes. “Anyone who has any supernatural abilities in this room.” He said, his voice somehow both trembling and strong. “Now would be the time to act. The House has set this up so that we’ll turn on each other, like another room I remember very well.” He looked straight at Myrnin as he said the last part, and his dark eyes smoldered with some unspoken memory. “You know better than this. Both of you. I would have hoped you’d remembered the last time the House tried to turn us on each other by toying with our emotions. Clearly, you’ve forgotten.” He stumbled suddenly, gritting his teeth and cradling his broken arm. He didn’t go down, though. “You can tell us everything you know, right now, and we can figure it out together, or you can let me figure it out on my own. Please make your choice carefully.”
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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 12, 2019 15:39:07 GMT -5
Spinel watched what she thought was chaos unfold, her eyes wide, and her mouth in a perfect little 'o'. She didn't understand half of what was going on- what applied as supernatural, what type of gems the others were, and why was everyone trying to get the little box thing? Should she too? Part of her thought that this was just the newest part of the game they'd been playing- one that was kinda like tag, but no one knew who it was. At least, that was what she thought it was like in her head. Even the body didn't sway that opinion- after all, gems poof when they shatter. There's never any body left over. Just the shards. But now people were getting hurt, and yelling at each other more, and it was very much clear to her now that this wasn't a game, and that someone else was going to get hurt really soon. If anything, by the guy in the rafters. She zoomed up there. "Whatcha doing?" She questioned.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2019 16:49:03 GMT -5
Myrnin's teeth snapped out like well oiled springs. Under any other day, any other room, he would have slapped Vincent for his treatment of Shade. As it was, this feeling could only be conveyed in a sliver of time. Then all hell broke loose. And among it, Myrnin stood, looking out in shock as if this was the last thing he had expected to happen. But he didn't have time to think. Daud disappeared, but Myrnin tracked him as soon as he reappeared - scent suddenly jumping to the rafters. Myrnin was standing, but now his muscles bunched under his legs and he leaped a ridiculous height. His legs scissored, body twisting, arms moving in practiced swiftness. You would have needed a hunter's eyes to track such a movement, but it would have been one hunter watching another. As he did, his hat was left behind, knocked from his head and drifting to the floor. It drifted away, nearly making its rest on the stage, before slipping off the edge into the shadows ... The hat had hidden the fact that Myrnin's hair was cropped close to his head now, loose spikes and curls around his ears where he'd once had a ponytail. His eyes were red again and his fangs were still out. He crouched on the rafter bordering Daud and he looked at the other man like a cat might warily eye another stray of equal skill. The effect was only ruined by the florescent waistcoat which made him a good target, standing out among the shadows. There was one large, very tense second where he looked like he was going to pounce on Daud. Then the vampire's head inclined, listening to L. He visibly winced when he heard the detective's arm break and looked slightly horrified for a second before a cool once again washed across his expression. "Shoot someone," Myrnin said to Daud then, voice even, as soon as L stopped talking. "And I will kill you." It was a statement no one could struggle to believe. But his shoulders hunched and he looked back down at L, and his hesitation betrayed him. He tipped backwards and for a second it looked like he was going to fall onto the stage below. Instead, however, like a gymnast, he hooked his legs over the rafter and swung around it. Now he was still in a position to hopefully make good on his threat if need be, but also could look down on L like an oversized bat. His fangs were still out and his eyes were back to red, but the feelings behind them were still as uncharted as the farthest depths of the sea. If his hair had still been long, it would have been blocking his view, but now he was watching L with unimpeded sympathy. His eyes turned to Touka, however, and he snapped at her, " What the hell are you thinking, Touka!" His voice was wrought with tension. And he used her name. He hardly ever used her name. The words were furious, hurt, and completely terrified. " Do not move. Do not think. Do not breath." Maybe not just terrified. Desperate. His eyes spun around the room, confused and scared, and hopped from Enjolras, to Vincent, to Shade. They rested on all of them, excluding the (handsome) jerk, for at least a second. His eyes widened, glanced at Touka, and then he visibly swallowed. His whole facial expression changed. His red eyes met L's and they narrowed a fraction. "Really? I know better? I've forgotten? Figure it out then, detective! Clearly you have some pent up understanding of who I am and why I do what I do. You assume I've learned? Grown up? That I somehow would, if placed in that horrendous room again, do things differently? Well, Letter Boy, I wouldn't. I. Would. Kill. You. Again." His voice rose to a low whine and then almost a low howl - a keening that was either animal-like ... or very, very sad. Or both. The words seemed like the should have been daggers - shouted or screamed - but each one was said almost like an apology. If you could see Myrnin's eyes, each one seemed to almost break him. And then he said something so softly that only Daud might have been able to hear and maybe L might be able to lip-read. "It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down –" Then he paused, shoot his head quietly, his teeth retracting. Then, with a soft smile, he winked at L and said instead, in a voice which could be heard by everyone now, "Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays —" Apparently done quoting whatever he'd been quoting, he spun his body enough that he was looking now at Spinel's elongated neck and head. "You're pretty freaky," he pointed out, both cheerfully and sad. Then he twisted, pulling himself back up. He brushed his pants off and ran a hand through his criminally short hair. He looked down at Touka, then around at the others, like he was going to say something. Then he seemed to think better of it - And then he leaped at Daud.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2019 16:49:56 GMT -5
(Whoops. Sorry for the long post and so much content. >.< )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2019 17:01:06 GMT -5
(Realized that I didn't mention content. The room L is talking about ("The House has set this up so that we’ll turn on each other, like another room I remember very well.”) is the same one that Myrnin killed several blinkers in. Including L. )
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 12, 2019 17:50:00 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | Spinel, Myrnin The bolt clicked into place as Daud simply crouched, waiting, watching, much like a predator readying himself to pounce. There was a snap as Touka broke L's arm. His pale gaze tracked her as she lunged off the stage. In the moment he had watched Touka, Spinel popped up in front of him. He jolted, nearly shooting her before he caught himself, realizing she wasn't attacking him. Before he could hiss out a reply, Myrnin came flying up, landing on the rafters as well. Daud's arm snapped over to aim at him, finger hovering just over the trigger. "Stay back and we'll get along just fine," he said softly, eyes gleaming. As Myrnin swung down to yell at Touka and L, Daud shifted so he could see both Myrnin and Touka, though the bolt stayed pointed at Myrnin. His eyes narrowed as he considered Myrnin's quote, obviously trying to see if he could place it. A moment later, he disregarded it, edging back slightly as tension crackled in the air. A crack and a whine echoed as the bolt was fired, singing through the air toward Myrnin. Daud vanished in its wake.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 12, 2019 18:03:10 GMT -5
Shade jumped slightly as Vincent grappled her wrist like a vice, looking at him with alarm but not making any movement to hurt him or withdraw. Instead, as he continued she stared him down patiently, tail lashing in short movements behind her while she waited. As he carried on his examination or her apparently peculiar left hand, she let herself relax and drop any annoyances she had with the fellow. "Satisfied, I hope," she said, drawing her wrist away after he let go of it. "But no, I was not the doer," she said evenly, answering his obvious unspoken question. Whether or not he decided she was lying was obviously up to him, and with that in mind, she smirked at him again. A bit less friendly, and more sarcastic than before. Then she asked, mostly rhetorically, "Did you do it?" As it were, she would have to get an answer later. There were many more pressing problems now. She heard the crack of L's limb and her eyes widened, spinning to follow Touka as she glided to the balcony, then to the figure that had appeared in the rafters. "What the hell... Why the hell?" she mumbled, beginning to back away from the chaos in small steps. Spinel doing her weird business, badgering poor Daud, pulled her eyes up again, where they now landed on Myrnin. Her eyes widened, pupils shrinking as her vampiric friend started howling madness. "Myrnin! What has gotten into you? We need to keep our heads!" she shouted at him, the bass in her voice reverbing through the theater. Her progress backward was lost as she began forward, muscles gathering as if she were considering jumping up to try and calm him down. For a moment it looked like she wouldn't have to and he was calming down on his own from whatever that hell had been, but what he did stopped her dead (lawl xd) in her tracks. "Shit," she hissed. Now she joined in the violent madness, sprinting forward to the edge of the stage and leaping off in a tall arc into the rows of seats. As she sailed through the air black fuzz tore over her body, sleek and glossy and covering her completely so that when she landed she had taken the form of a gigantic dark lion. The weight of her made the chairs bent and groan, a few cracking under the pressure. "Myrnin!" she roared, trying to spot him through the stage-lights, bounding over more of the chairs to where she guessed he might fall. There was only his shape up there, his and Spinel's. Violently whipping her head to and fro, she searched for the gloomy figure of Daud, frantic and furious. The effort was short-lived, and she was far more preoccupied with making sure the quirky vampire was unharmed. Seemed unlikely, at this point, but heres to hoping.
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Post by Sησω on Oct 12, 2019 18:46:34 GMT -5
"So you're saying that this is reality, but in some other dimension?" the orange-scaled head asked. She still didn't want to believe it. She still hoped that everything that had happened would be a dream and she'd wake up as a living dragon and the loyal fighter that she had been. However, the idea of being in an alternate dimension intrigued her. Her lifeless eyes almost seemed to gleam with excitement as she spoke. The lavender-scaled head looked at the other blinkers again to take in what they said. However, she couldn't bring herself to look at them for more than a minute. Turning her gaze towards the ceiling, she sighed. No matter what was going to happen, she didn't have a good feeling about it. "I'm glad to come with you," the green-scaled head stated. She tried to take a step forward. It felt a bit strange, but after a couple attempts she managed to get the dragon's body to go in the direction she wanted it to go. This'll be a wild ride, she thought to herself. For a moment, she was unsure of whether or not she should've introduced herself. Names held power, and she didn't want to give hers away to a pair of strange beings from wherever this was. However, her thoughts were interrupted by the gray-scaled head. "My name is. . .Anika," the partially skeletal head greeted. It took her a moment to remember her name, but it finally came back to her. "Uh, nice to meet you, I guess." She really didn't know what to say. The green-scaled head shot 'Anika' a glare, but she quickly turned her attention back towards Matt and The Doctor. Well, fine. If she introduced herself, then I guess I will, too."My name is. . ." just as she was about to say it, she realized that she couldn't remember her name. "My name. . . I am. . ." she tried as hard as she could, but she just couldn't come up with it. The brown-scaled head kept her eyes shut. She could hear the voices of her companions and the other blinkers around her, but she drowned out what they were saying. "This is a dream. I'm alive. This is a dream. I'm alive," she continued to repeat the message.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 12, 2019 18:48:06 GMT -5
L stared back at the vampire, trembling, though from pain or from fear was unclear. He didn’t flinch at the words. His dark eyes were huge, and for once he was standing completely still, free of the restless motion his limbs so often had. He was watching Myrnin with an intensity even he rarely had, and his head tilted very, very slightly to one side. “Don’t you think I’m trying to figure it out?” He called, and he sounded frustrated, angry now. “I don’t think you’ve grown up at all, Myrnin.” “I know you would.” He continued, and now his tone was hollow. Pained, like it hurt to say it. “Because you thought it was the only way. Maybe it was. Maybe there was another way you didn’t think of. It doesn’t matter, Myrnin. This is not that room, and the only similarity is that we’re falling for the House’s tricks yet again. We don’t have to fight each other.” He fell silent, reading Myrnin’s lips perhaps, or maybe he had nothing else to say. Either way, what happened next was that Myrnin suddenly lunged at Daud, and before L could so much as open his mouth, the arrow had been shot and Daud was gone. ”Myrnin!” L’s voice was raw as he leaned forward into a run, headed for under where the vampire had been last. He dropped his broken arm in his haste and it flopped limply at his side, and the pain must have been unbearable but somehow he was bearing it. L seemed to expect Myrnin to come falling down from the ceiling, his head was tilted up, and his eyes raked the air for his friend. He either didn’t notice Shade or he didn’t pay her any attention.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 12, 2019 19:07:00 GMT -5
Will | Hallway | <Raintalon> “Right,” Will replied, shaking his head. There really was no way to choose wisely, that was sort of the point. “But sometimes you get instinctual reactions about which one’s going to be good, and which one’s going to be bad, and I’m told that it doesn’t hurt to listen to those.” The truth was he didn’t know if the House worked like that. He had never chosen to go into a room of his own accord, at least not that he could remember. Maybe once or twice, but that was near the beginning, and it had always been with friends. He had mostly just been blinked into rooms that he hadn’t chosen to go into, and a fair number of them hadn’t been too much fun. He just had to hope this one would be different. “You still get to choose which door you go through,” he pointed out. “And maybe they all feel the same to you, I don’t know, but you have to pick off of some basis, so you might as well…” he trailed off, the point getting away from him. It had more just been a figure of speech he had thrown out there rather than a direct order for how Mei should pick. And now it seemed that he was just making a fool of himself.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 12, 2019 19:18:03 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | @ everyone but mostly Iceclaw |Touka sailed through the air, landing on the balcony with a scramble of fingers on railing and kagune flailed out for balance that was much less graceful than her usual acrobatics. Once she was off the ground and away from the others, she looked back at all the others, eyes darting quickly from face to face as everywhere around her, chaos began to break loose. Myrnin’s words seemed to cut her the most deeply, though - at the sound of her name, and the harsh way it was thrown, she flinched, hard exterior cracking for a fraction of a second. Her fingers went to the walkman, but she hesitated, fingers poised over the buttons. She closed her eyes, and took a breath. Then another. Seeming to steady herself against the swirling chaos down below. But when she opened them, she let out a cry, glancing in Myrnin’s direction just in time to see Daud fire an arrow straight at him. “NO!” she screamed, the sound wrenched from her throat as she ran to the edge of the balcony and reached forward, grasping the air as if she thought the motion could stop what was happening. Then, she began to turn around and around, red-and-black eyes scanning the shadows. Still. Silent. Searching. Then, she was off like a shot, kagune propelling herself towards the hidden assassin at top speed.
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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 12, 2019 23:08:10 GMT -5
| Enjolras | Murder Mystery Room | | Some late replies, just trying to squeeze stuff in after all hell broke loose |
Enjolras raised a shoulder as he met Myrnin's reproachful gaze, his expression apologetic yet slightly indignant- what more had the vampire wanted him to do anyways? The Frenchman nodded once, meeting L's gaze with a serious expression before releasing the Walkman into his care.
And then all hell broke loose.
Myrnin left, and Touka's eyes had taken a fearsome turn. Enjolras's grip tightened instinctively on the device as Touka's demeanor switched. "Touka..." He started, his voice low and firm, a clear call for her to stand down. But L's fingers were still on the Walkman, and as the detective fled to the body the device was ripped from his fingers. And then the detective's fingers. Touka was too fast for him to do anything, and the Frenchman went to the detective, standing by the other human in the room. His vision flickered around, his stance tense. Daud was gone- Myrnin was gone. Myrnin was speaking- 'Don't breathe.' Enjolras was momentarily frozen at the vampire's words. As Shade roared into the seats, Enjolras turned to the trembling L, who was possibly going into shock, and ran with him as he went towards Myrnin. His gaze sweeped the theater again, trying to relocate Touka. He heard her before he saw her, screaming as it looked like the second murder of the day would have. Or perhaps the third- she'd found Daud.
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