Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 15, 2019 14:19:44 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | Enjolras, Touka, Myrnin, but everyone Daud's expression didn't change as Touka backed down. Lifting his arms off Enjolras, he shoved the Frenchman away from him, gaze still fixed warily on Touka. He jolted slightly as Myrnin suddenly came back to life, gaze snapping over to him as he took a step back. He had killed him. Myrnin had been dead, and everyone had reacted as such. Confusion then flickered across his face as Myrnin confessed as well. Daud pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. "Why would you confess to a murder you didn't commit?" he asked. "Unless you both did it." He turned a deadened gaze on both of them. "Which wouldn't be surprising."
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 15, 2019 14:42:26 GMT -5
Shade | M&M Room | Daud & Touka but still everyone Shade relaxed as things began to fizzle and calm down, looking over her shoulder sharply as Myrnin was woken, at last, and relaxing further until her posture was uncharacteristically slumped. "Welcome back," she said to him, moving to the side to give him space. Vincent's comment made her glare at him for a moment, then she looked to Daud. "If they both did it and just confessed, in theory, the room would stop," she pointed out. Now that the chaos was calming down she looked more thoughtful, looking back over to Joey's corpse. "Maybe we have to just find a door that leads out. Did you two see any while you were trying to annihilate each other?" she asked, looking back to two of the most practiced killers in the room. "There might also be a back-stage exit," she pointed out. As she was speaking, she herself had ascended the stairs, looking them over as she went for anything they might have missed, then stopping at the top and looking down the sides. It was noteworthy that, although her demeanor had completely flipped around along with everyone else, her tail was still trembling and lashing. Not all was well yet, even though things had settled.. somewhat.
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Oct 15, 2019 15:12:00 GMT -5
Will | Hallway | <Raintalon> At least it didn’t seem like Mei was judgmental… even though he had done a terrible job of explaining what he had meant. She seemed to be rolling with the punches better than Will had during his first blink. Then again his first blink had been exciting… he’s gotten really excited about the idea of a different dimension, and then everything in his world had turned south and… well, the House hadn’t been quite as exciting. And he still had no more explanations, just more questions. He glanced at the door, wondering what sort of powers Mei had if she was able to do that. “There’ll be something when we step through,” he told her, though he had no idea if that was a comforting thought or not. “What do you mean cold, though?” Because he didn’t feel anything, and… well, he hadn’t really gotten to talk to people who had powers enough to understand how they worked, he just knew that they did work. “Here,” he murmured, placing his hand on the door and opening it wide enough to step through. It felt just like any other door in the hallway, and he couldn’t see inside, at least not before he stepped through it. He glanced at Mei, asking permission to go first before he stepped through, taking in his new surroundings.
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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 15, 2019 16:06:26 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | Murder Mystery Room |
Enjolras met Touka's eyes, his expression unreadable as the moment stilled, everyone frozen in a tense, deadly standoff with only the sound of coldly spoken words and his own choking. And then the moment was over and his vision roared white and he was on the ground. He'd stumbled away from Daud, using the momentum of the man's shove to make it partway back to the little group. He took a moment to recover his breath, sitting up but supporting himself on his hands as Myrnin came back to life and admitted that neither of them had murdered Joey. "So-" Enjolras started, having to pause to rasp in another breath."-who wants to confess next?" Well, then, he must have been okay enough to attempt some wry humor.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 15, 2019 17:57:35 GMT -5
L shook his head as Myrnin sat up and lowered the bolt, but didn’t drop it. Somehow, there was a small smile on his pale face as he took a step towards the vampire, stopping just out of grabbing distance. “You both tried to take the fall for each other.” He said slowly, and shook his head again, his dark eyes flicking away from Myrnin to land on Touka for a split second before he looked back. Then he closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, looking suddenly very tired. He sat down very suddenly and his eyes flickered shut for a second, then opened again and wandered from face to face. “Well, that narrows it down.” He continued after a pause, and looked directly at Vincent, his eyes wide and unblinking and very, very hard to read. “It’s not you Myrnin or Touka. The suspects are Vincent, Scarface, Pink, Enjolras, and the cat person.” He pointed to each person as he said their “names”, then turned back to Myrnin and hesitated. “Touka.” He said finally, tearing his away. “Play the cassette so everyone can hear it, like we were going to do before. Myrnin, take some of my blood while she’s doing that, and try not to kill me if you can help it.” He held out his good arm to the vampire, his dark orbs meeting Myrnin’s green ones with a steadiness he probably didn’t feel.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 16, 2019 8:47:10 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | @ everyone, but mostly ®Hawkpath® and mintedstar/fur“Myrnin!” Touka abandoned Daud completely as Myrnin seemed to miraculously come back to life. She was at his side in an instant, hands all over the place as she fussed over him like a worried parent. “Are you okay?? I thought...” She stopped short as he confessed, and waved her hands, looking panicked. “Hey, no - don’t - “ But then, as he kept going, explaining that neither of them had done it, she stopped, and a puzzled frown replaced the fear spread across her face. “What...? But the note...” Trusting his judgement despite her confusion, she handed the note over to L, and then, as he worked it out, her jaw slowly dropped, rendering her expression a comical picture of surprise and dismay. “Oh, what the hell...you’ve gotta be kidding me. You thought I did it??” She turned back to Myrnin, giving him a shove despite his injuries. “Stupid! You could’ve gotten us both killed!” Still glaring at her friend, she handed the tape over to L, seeming to be no longer particularly attached to it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 16, 2019 9:01:56 GMT -5
Mei | Art Room | strider |Mei shuddered. “Not....not cold like winter,” she explained slowly, one hand reaching up to fiddle nervously with her eye patch. She thought about taking it off - what would she see if she did - but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Knowing never seemed to turn out well. “Cold like ghosts.” Then, she shook her head a little. “I’m sorry. It’s difficult to explain to people who can’t feel it. But this place...it’s not how places normally feel.” She didn’t seem inclined to try and elaborate further, though, and she tensed as Will swung the door open a little wider. She held out a hand, almost tempted to stop him, but stopped herself - he’d been here before. If he said there was something inside the void she was sensing...well, he was probably right. After he was gone, she steeled herself, closing her eyes and forcing herself to step into the room that felt like icy nothingness. She gasped as she walked through it, feeling her stomach drop out from under her as she was sure she would fall, but then, as quickly as the feeling had come, it passed, and her feet hit solid ground. Only after a few seconds did she dare open her eye, and when she did, it widened, and she let out a little gasp of surprise and relief. The room was set up like a charming little classroom, with windows overlooking grassy fields, the sun shining in to cast a pleasant natural light on the contents of the room. The contents were by far the most exciting part, though - because the room was absolutely covered in art supplies. Easels and canvas littered the countertops and stands for them stood all over in place of chairs or desks. The walls were made of what seemed to be thick canvas, with a few paintings on them already to suggest they were meant to be drawn on. The cabinets were filled with all types of supplies - pencils, pens, paints, and everything else you could possibly imagine. Towards the front of the classroom, two large pieces of canvas were set up on their stands, each one labeled with their names. MISAKI, MEI and BYERS, WILL. On the chalkboard at the front of the room, a single word was written. DANDELION.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 16, 2019 14:33:44 GMT -5
"Time is crazy that way," muttered Arthur. He couldn't really begin to guess. He'd been stuck in a timeloop ... working out where the Paradox House fit into all of that felt impossible. So Arthur didn't try, he just nodded slowly. Instead he focused back on the room and everything in it. There was a lot to take in, but he started by leaning over and checking on the cat again. It moved along a wall and crawled behind a pan. He frowned. He wasn't sure if he liked cats. They were creatures of night. But then again, he'd been dealing with creatures of night all his life. "Potion is a bit broad," he agreed. He walked over to some of the ingredients and glanced over them. "I could make many different things out of these." He leaned back and pointed at a shelf above the counter that seemed have slightly bulging wood. "I can see a book up there. Can you reach it?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 16, 2019 14:53:05 GMT -5
Arthur chuckled. Okay, so maybe there wasn't any reason to worry about wolves. He supposed he should have considered the fact that he might be in the company of capable - magical - blinkers that didn't need to be warned of something like that. He sobered after a second, however, thinking that the challenges this room would present would probably be much more that his suggestion of a four-legged carnivore. "Maybe," he said in answer to Raizel. He walked toward the first and then crouched down to get a better look at the flickering flames. He could distantly feel their heat, but not very clearly. When he was near it, the flames actually caused his body to become more transparent. They were visible through his chest and legs. But he either didn't notice or wasn't surprised enough to make a comment about it. "These look like normal logs to me," he said. "And the fire seems to be just that. Maybe it lit itself for a bit of showy dramatics." He looked off in the direction of the wood cabins that Raizel had been looking at and nodded. "Should we head that way?" He glanced at Sandalphon for an opinion.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 16, 2019 15:45:53 GMT -5
About the dissenting words out doubt, Myrnin didn't even bother to comment. Maybe he knew that L was working it out and Touka already had. Maybe he just needed to focus on not eating someone. However, he did lift his hand enough to watch Shade excuse herself from the top of the stage. His eyebrows knit together and then he winced. His nose looked a little better, though there was still dried blood collecting at the edges of one eye where it had collected after he'd flopped onto the floor again. He yelped a bit, distracted from Vincent (who had commented ages ago, but Myrnin hadn't responded), when Touka came over and started fussing over him. He looked up at her in shock, admirably keeping the look hunger out of his eyes as he looked her over. (Well, he mostly kept it out.) "I'm fine!" he grunted. He didn't look fine. But he looked about as alive as he ever looked. There was still a hole in his chest where the bolt had been, though it looked like it was slowly knitting closed. The broken bones didn't seem to be changing very much. Any time her hand found a broken rib he'd wince. He seemed to be about to confirm that this was indeed what he had thought, but then she shoved him and he quickly stopped whatever he was going to say as he just outright yelped in pain, red tears coming to his eyes. "I didn't honestly expect all ... that to happen," he said, but it sounded like a lame excuse and he looked guilty about it. He waved his good hand around a bit, though that looked like it pained him as well. "I'll ... I'll make it up to you when this room is over." He looked away then. Back after Shade. It was the same sort of expression he'd been throwing at Touka before everything had turned crazy. He started nibbling at the side of a finger, eyes still red, and his eyes shifted to Vincent. Then they roved further and found L. He seemed to be a bit surprised every time he looked at L, searching his face with his eyes, and then looking away. The movement continued to repeat. "Scarface?" he muttered under his breath. He found Daud, let an eyebrow rise. His eyes expanded, almost as wide as L, and he looked like he was about to leap at Daud again. But then he pulled his eyes away to focus on L and Vincent again. He focused on L first, which wasn't as surprising considering his apparent relationship with Vincent. His eyes were drawn first to the good arm that L had offered, then looked to the broken one. Touka had handed the tape to him. He seemed to note that too. Myrnin slowly shook his head and sighed, pushing himself to a sitting position again. "I would kill you. You're weak," he said. It seemed to be a statement. "And we need you to work." He looked back in the direction of where Shade had gone. His lips thinned. "I cannot stand the idea of my friends being labeled a murderer. Room or not." He shot across the floor, the statement done. He looked like he wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose, but when he tried to he flinched almost at once. He frowned at Vincent - almost glaring. It seemed like the vampire was incapacitated and unable to move quickly, but this was disproved in less than a heartbeat. Not without him almost yelping in Vincent's face, but Myrnin did move swiftly and onto his feet, grabbing Vincent's collar and almost using the other man to keep himself upright. He eyed the man with hesitation. Then he rolled his eyes. "Yes, you could say I was looking for someone to offer. I'm calling this as you volunteering. Your blood isn't exactly the best option I've gotten so far, but I think it would be harder for me to actually kill you." After he'd rolled his eyes, they'd ended up crossing a bit. He almost seemed to be looking at Vincent's face and his neck simultaneously. His mouth also kept twitching and his fangs were still poking around the corner of his lips. He almost tipped backwards, but he kept a grip on Vincent to continue to hold him up. It also stopped Vincent from possibly trying to tip the vampire over.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 16, 2019 15:57:58 GMT -5
Rue blinked into the living room, her eyes very, very wide. “I don’t want to.” She said, her voice small and shaken, and she took a tremulous step back, then glanced down at the carpet and relaxed. She sort of folded into herself as the tension left her body, like a balloon deflating or a cat smoothing its puffed tail. She looked around, and her eyes found Kid. He looked....annoyed. Probably with something from his world, unless he just didn’t like blinking, which was difficult for her to comprehend. The House was like a safe haven far out of the reach of her own world, and the idea of never blinking again made her stomach clench painfully. Should she say anything? She didn’t know whether Kid was a safe person or not, and she didn’t really feel like taking risks at the moment. Maybe she should just head for the hall. She took another small step backwards, and her back bumped against the opposite wall, almost causing her to gasp. She choked it back, because she’d learned a long time ago that an involuntary sound could be the end of you. She would have to go right past the strange man with a scarf like a snake around his leg if she wanted to get to the hall. Maybe he would move? She stayed where she was, heart pounding, trying to think. Of course Kid noticed the skittish blinker as soon as she appeared. The only sign that he had, however, was the fact that the scarf twisting around his foot slowed ever so slightly. Hum. She seemed nervous, but he wasn't sure what sort of reaction would ease her mind. One arm slowly moved out perpendicular from the rest of his body and then with a bit of a flurry of his cape he bowed ... and bowed ... And suddenly the only thing left where he stood was a heap of cape and the young man was nowhere to be seen. That didn't mean he wasn't there. Slight of hand was fun, and he'd learned a couple more tricks. It was more flashy than a smoke bomb, but also less likely to spook the blinker, he hoped. He hoped from his position behind a couch. (Super late oops) Rue’s mouth fell open as the man seemed to melt, right into the floor. And then there was only his cape. She stared, eyes wide as she tried to figure out where he’d gone, then edged forward and poked the cape with her toe. She hopped backwards immediately, like she expected it to grab her ankles. Which, this being the Paradox House, who could really blame her? She peered around the room again. She couldn’t help it, she was a bit more curious than afraid now, although the idea that she was being hunted kept playing in the back of her head like a broken record. ”Um?” She said finally, her voice so quiet she had to say it twice to her any sound out. “You forgot your cape...are you still around here anywhere?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 16, 2019 16:07:45 GMT -5
Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur Sherlock 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. "Just a bit," Kid muttered, answering to Sherlock's statement about the situation changing. It had. He was no longer sure what was going on. Oh, he had theories, but he wasn't completely sure. With a exasperated sigh, he also thought back to the question Sherlock had poised before everything with the silhouettes had derailed their respective attention. "Stiff. My hands are stiff." He didn't really care if it was stuck-up Sherlock talking or the Sherlock that actually cared. He didn't give much more detail than that. He didn't need to. Sherlock had seen how Kid had held his arms before they entered the room. One had clearly been broken and then badly mended and the slightly loose fitting suit didn't hide the bow in one of his arms. At the cusp of where his suit met his gloves the thinnest ring of scar tissue had probably been visible or Sherlock could have guessed it was there. Even if the detective hadn't deduced Kid's not quite human state yet, he would probably have deduced that the injuries Kid had sustained were probably from the situation that Kid had been in the last time Sherlock had heard of him. "'He?'" Kid checked, voice curious. He couldn't see the figure anymore, but he brought the image up in his mind's eye. Maybe. "I agree with you. Another question, however, is whether Suspect 2 is just another actor or whether Suspect 2 is really just ignorant of what Suspect 1 intended." It was a question Kid felt he had to put forth, even if he found it unlikely. He saw, though his side of the dirty window, Sherlock freeze. Sherlock did not tend to freeze. "What is it?" Kid asked, puzzled. Sherlock said nothing. He didn’t even pursue the subject of Kid’s hands, which was concerning enough in itself even without him suddenly freezing in the middle of what was a game to him. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. John and Mary. Generic enough names, but he new better than to think they were anything but a reference to two of the people he had held closest in the world for a short, happy time. He swallowed and licked his lips, trying desperately to reach his normal tone. He did a decent impression of it, but anyone who knew him could see through it in an instant and he knew it. But he had to say something. “It’s...I’ve found a clue.” He forced the words out, sounding oddly strangled. “Something written in the glass. Clean up your side, why don’t you, maybe there’s something written there as well.” It was a risk to suggest it, but he wanted to see if Kid got something equally personal on his side. It would be immediately obvious if he had, and if he hadn’t... well, Sherlock mused, he didn’t talk about home all that much. Kid probably wouldn’t understand what he was seeing if it happened to be the same message.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 16, 2019 16:15:20 GMT -5
Vincent took his place standing quietly, his presence mostly going ignored aside from the various dirty looks thrown in his directly. He returned most with a small smile, meeting the gaze of Myrnin each time he was given any attention by the vampire. He listened into L and Touka’s conversation about the Walkman, then Touka’s fretting over the fellow leech of the room, then of course the mindless comments of Shade, Enjolras, and Daud as they processed the scene. Before long, attention was back on him. He raised an eyebrow at the comment Myrnin gave L, eyes lighting up part of the way through, already smiling when Myrnin turned to face him. The next second he was yanked downward an inch or two, Myrnin’s hold on his collar pulling him into an awkward hunch. He was still smiling though. For a short moment a look of surprise passed over his expression. Before he could react the vampire slumped backwards, causing him to stagger to keep the balance for the both of them, chuckling as he recollected himself. “Is that why?” He drawled, glancing up in hope to meet Touka’s gaze, grinning. “Then get ahold of yourself already,” he mused, eyeing his fangs. He cast a curious look towards L.
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Post by Sησω on Oct 16, 2019 16:58:43 GMT -5
Anika blinked into the forest room, appearing just beside the campfire. One of the dragon's five heads, specifically the one with orange scales, seemed to perk up. Her lifeless eyes almost seemed to show a hint of excitement. This must be that alternate dimension again! she thought to herself. Over the past few days, she had been wondering if she would return or not. And now, here she was, back for the second time. "Hello!" she eagerly spoke to the beings on the ground. She wasn't completely sure, but she wanted to assume that they were other blinkers. The head with blue-green scales sighed upon blinking in. Reality was already troublesome. Why did this stupid alternate dimension have to keep getting in the way? Why can't I just sort out one thing at a time, instead of being forced to deal with ten things at once? she wondered in annoyance. As if that wasn't bad enough, one of the emperor's other heads greeted the other blinkers in place of her. Why did she have to be the one to do the greeting? When they were alive, she clearly remembered defeating her in battle. I was a leader then. I should be the one in charge now, especially over someone I proved my strength against! She glared at the other head, but didn't say a word. The lavender-scaled head looked around blankly. Something's off again, she thought to herself. Was this that 'alternate dimension' from before? She didn't know where she was, and in truth, she didn't care. The brown-scaled head glanced around in dismay. "Not again," she grumbled. She'd been upset before the blink, but the unfamiliar scenery around her certainly didn't make her feel any better. It was difficult to tell what emotions the gray-scaled head was feeling. Her eyes were hollow and showed no emotion. However, she was just as excited as her orange-scaled companion. How long will I stay this time? she wondered, admiring the wooded scenery around her.
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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 16, 2019 17:16:31 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | L, everyone Daud rolled his eyes at Shade's comment, arms crossing over his chest. "So that's it?" he said flatly after L listed off the new suspects. "They confess and take it back, and suddenly they can't have done it?" His tone made it obvious that this was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. "And why aren't you a suspect?" he added, eyes narrowed at L. He bristled slightly as Myrnin turned a starving gaze on him, arms uncrossing as he prepared to flee again, relaxing only when Myrnin went back to the one who actually wanted to be bit by 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 Oct 16, 2019 18:08:46 GMT -5
Spinel watched once again. She gasped softly at certain moments, like when someone was taken hostage, but it was more often than not a couple seconds later, and always after everyone else saw. But everything was fine, right? Everyone was okay, even the guy that fell. Somehow. Still, she felt a bit jittery, as well as confused and nervous. She turned around, her expression half-hopeful, and half-eager, when another person named the possible suspects. This time, her gasp was at what felt like the appropriate time. "Pink's here? Where?" She questioned, the spark that had seemed to go out in her before now flaring up again, her eyes brimming with excitement. She didn't see Pink anywhere, though. Maybe she was hiding. She then saw the object of which everyone was fighting over earlier. She squinted her eyes at it, curious. They could hear things on it, right? Like what? "Play it, play it!" She said excitedly, back to being bright, and, frankly, air-headed.
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Post by Auransky on Oct 16, 2019 19:02:48 GMT -5
Raizel : The Forest of Nightmares : Sησω HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt mintedstar/furRaizel looked around once more. The idea that this place could potentially kill them wasn’t a baffling discovery, rather for the time being a difficult one to comprehend. Wolves as mentioned prior were the least of his concern, on the other hand, he had herd from the other blinkers of potential dangers. So it was just a question of what, then where? He looked back towards the fire, briefly catching Arthur observing the crackling flames, but failing to notice the tangency coming from the transparent individual. “My classmates often talk about camping trips where you are expected to experience nature. It reminds me of a time where I was asked to meet with my lord, and I made it there as asked, but after everything was over and I was dismissed, I spent ...” He. Paused crossing his arms to think about it. He never really considered the times he got lost, but thankfully someone else always kept track. “I believe, three weeks?” He pondered now. “At least until one of my friend’s found me.” He nodded slowly now. When Arthur asked Sandalphon if they should explore the cabins, he turned his head as well towards their earlier stiff companion. Would he really say no? It would be a shame if he did. Nonetheless, this was looking like a group effort and one of his New Years resolutions was to try and stick with the group. Then came the unexpected, as quickly with little time to react, a magnitutte of a creature blinked next-if not on top of the fireplace, the wood, and setting-and if she didn’t blink on it, one of her large paws, if not tail most likely destroyed the very simple yet refreshing setup. Raizel did slide back, he was literally standing next to the fireplace when the dragon blinked in-and hopefully the others would too-even Arthur the (Friendly) ghost. Seeing dust fly everywhere, and then looking at himself to see his clothes had gotten slightly rugged and dusty from the impact, he started to dust himself off then fix his attire. Hearing the five headed beast, at least one of its heads speak he slightly looked up, more distracted in his need to tidy his attire. He didn’t reply back, rather look over at Sandalphon, then Arthur. Considering the newcomer greeted them, it couldn’t be trouble, right? On the other hand, trouble can be friendly too? Who knows? It didn’t seem interested in these three, at least entirely. Unsure what to do he nudged his head, “So... should we explore the cabins?” He softly emphasized, really unsure what to make of the dragon.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 16, 2019 19:15:15 GMT -5
"If there is anyone else here with us, they're able to hide themselves away quite well." Sandalphon mused to Rai, as he arrived at the fire himself. Stopping right next to it, the Primarch drew his sword from its sheath and lowered himself into a crouch. He was close enough for the heat to tint his skin pink, but it didn't seem to bother him as he began prodding around the logs with the tip of the blade, testing them to see if they reacted at all. "That, or the entity controlling this realm is preventing me from being able to sense anything I can't see." That was a troubling thought. If that was indeed the case, it all the more put him on edge. Either way, there would be no relying on his ability to detect other presences here. "Even so. It doesn't hurt to be cautious." Sandalphon stated, shifting a log out of its position at the top of the pile while idly listening to Rai chat in the background. Arthur was right, the fire seemed harmless enough. That was a good thing in its own right, but it disappointingly also meant they would be garnering no extra information from it either. Sandalphon's red gaze rose from the burning logs to rest on Arthur, who now sat on the opposite side of the campfire, as he withdrew his makeshift fire poker. At the ghost's last sentence, "Heh. That's a possibility. Theatrics do seem to be a commonplace here." He gave a partial smile as the comment drew a quick laugh out of him. Having not caught sight of the cabins previously, the Primarch exchanged glances with his fellow blinkers while he rose back into a standing position. He was about turn and see what had grabbed their attention enough for them to want head in that particular direction when, "I don't see why not, we-" A powerful aura of elemental energy suddenly hit Sandalphon like a truck, almost knocking him over as it flooded his senses. The reading belonged to a being that possessed multiple elements, almost like himself, although it certainly wasn't another Primal. Something about this magic was... wrong. It was unnatural... corrupted. He spun around with a start and came face to face with a monster that very much looked like it had just came crawling from the depths of Pandemonium. It was huge, even more so than those strange, humanoid creatures that he fought during his first blink. Heck, it could have easily made a meal out of those things... Because his main sword already out, it was instantly at the ready as he prepared for battle, the wings of the tetra elements sprouting from his back. Just about to engage the beast... "Hello!"The Primarch froze dead still and simply stood there, staring up at it, completely dumbfounded as it greeted them all, as if it were a happy child. "W-what fresh hell is this..." A giant, undead multi-headed dragon? Okay... It was a bit out there, but he could have handled that well enough. After all, what was one more monster? But a giant, undead multi-headed dragon that spoke like this? Acting as if everything was completely casual? The archangel's composure had been shattered by both suddenness and absurdity of the situation. One could see by his expression alone that he was entirely doubting reality at the moment. mintedstar/fur Auransky Sησω(Sorry if this post is a bit sloppy, was on the go when I typed it.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 16, 2019 22:00:24 GMT -5
Myrnin | M & M Room | Just ~∂єѕтιиу really ... "No," drawled Myrnin right back. "Because you're pretty. To die for." It was probably sarcasm dripping from every syllable. "Do us all a favor and shut up." If Vincent actually expected him to get further quips out or even wait to see if the man was going to offer an arm, than he was mistaken. If the rest of the room had expected that, they'd be wrong too. Anyway, Vincent's neck was right there. There was no ceremony or hesitation. Any hypnotism was completed with a single glance and would have hit Vince like a tsunami had fallen on top of him. It was probably only by a last shred of self-control that Myrnin remembered to do it at all. Then his fangs were in Vincent's neck, most control seeming to have disappeared. It was likely no one in the room, apart from maybe Touka, had seen Myrnin's eyes such a wild and vacant red. L had talked about it before - warned people about it - but even then Myrnin had never actually gotten his teeth into someone. He was still using Vincent to hold himself up for the most part, though now his one good hand was holding the other man in a vice-like grip that would have doubtlessly needed someone of the same strength to break. There wouldn't be backing out, and certainly not until Myrnin had his fill. It was very imperceptible, but he seemed to slowly be gaining strength back in his legs and his broken arm seemed to be loosing the severity of its damage.
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Post by Sησω on Oct 17, 2019 16:46:50 GMT -5
Though her partially skeletal face still lacked emotion, the gray-scaled head's excitement quickly faded into surprise as one of the beings on the ground suddenly sprouted wings. Since he had been chatting casually with the other two people moments ago, she figured that she (or, well, they, counting the rest of the emperor) was what shocked him. "Sorry for scaring you! I - uh, we, are blinkers!" she blurted. Why did I say that? she thought to herself immediately after speaking, I don't even know if they are blinkers.As the gray-scaled head spoke, a revelation came to the orange-scaled head. The beings here were from different places. The contrast between the places in this dimension matched that of its inhabitants. It explained why the winged man acted surprised and why the people she'd met in her previous visit didn't seem fazed. What if the creatures here are from different worlds? she wondered. While all the humanoid figures looked similar to beings she'd seen or heard about from her world, they were all different. This is so cool! she thought. Even though she was only one out of five heads, her excitement was showing throughout the emperor's body. One of their tails started wagging much like a dog's. The head with blue-green scales scowled in frustration. The other heads kept taking control and portraying emotions that she didn't want being shown. And now the blinkers had become an issue, to. Why can't anything go the way I want it to? she thought, Just get me out of this cursed dimension before I go nuts!She tried to turn around and head into the woods, but due to the fact that the emperor was being partially controlled by the orange-scaled head, she only succeeded in turning part way. Even in that partial turn, she almost fell over. Great, just great, she thought with a sigh. The lavender-scaled and brown-scaled heads wore the same sullen expressions that they'd blinked in with. The brown-scaled head sensed a conflict brewing, and she didn't want to be a part of it. The problem was, she couldn't run away. The emperor's other heads were the source of the conflict she worried about, and she was stuck with them. Just get me out of this dimension, she thought to herself. She enjoyed the multi-colored foliage around her, but she didn't want to be here. (Your post doesn't look sloppy at all, Echo! It looks great!)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 17, 2019 18:47:06 GMT -5
L | Murder Room | Everyone L opened his mouth to say something, but then Myrnin bit down on Vincent’s exposed neck and his eyes widened. He didn’t move. He knew Myrnin needed blood, and he knew it wasn’t really the vampire’s fault, but...he couldn’t help it. It still frightened him to see it in action. He looked down at the note, his eyes skimming it briefly, before turning his attention to the cassette. It looked like what it was. He turned it over in his hand, tilting his head back and forth, then glanced up at the others. Then he pressed play without waiting for anyone else to pay any attention to him.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 17, 2019 18:51:26 GMT -5
Vincent eyed Daud sideways as he spoke, not wasting his complete attention on the vampire hanging off him until Myrnin started talking again. He only looked back when he called him pretty, his pale eyes wide and smile still fixed. He hardly seemed to have time to get out a chuckle before an overwhelming sense of dread hit him, causing him to fall silent just as Myrnin had asked. The man’s body stiffened all at once, clenching his teeth hard as the effect of the vampire’s glance took effect on him. He closed his eyes tightly as the vampire lunged at him, grunting slightly. It was almost like the man had seemed more troubled before there were fangs in his neck than after, for only a moment or two after Myrnin had latched onto him; the man had found his smile again. It was crooked and uncomfortable, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as Myrnin seized his iron grip on him, but it was there nonetheless. If the bite itself was doing him any harm the man hid it remarkably well - blinking away his tension in just a few seconds. His arms were out awkwardly in a defensive position, but noticing this he let one drop, the other taking ahold of Myrnin’s shoulder. He wasn’t pushing him any, but wasn’t tugging closer him either. “Damn,” he said simply, chuckling about it. His voice was tight, and laughter strained, the effort forcing him to swallow and then cringe at the feeling. He didn’t look hurt if it was to of any comfort for the others in the room, more like a mild sense of discomfort. He closed one eye as he noticed L examining the Walkman, eyebrow cocking slightly as he pressed play. Despite his own predicament he seemed to be keeping track of his surroundings, on high alert for changes.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 19, 2019 10:43:47 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur and Sησω| Matt offered the dragon(s) a wide smile, completely unfazed by the chaos apparently going on inside their mind(s?). “It’s very nice to meet you, Anika. And others. Uh...you, I’m just gonna call you Orange, for simplicity’s sake,” he added, pointing to the orange head. “And yeah, that’s what I’m saying! It’s just a different “here” than whatever “here” you’re used to. Totally real though. I mean, as far as anyone can tell that anything’s real.” He nodded. “I know it’s weird. Promise you get used to it.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 19, 2019 16:09:05 GMT -5
Of course Kid noticed the skittish blinker as soon as she appeared. The only sign that he had, however, was the fact that the scarf twisting around his foot slowed ever so slightly. Hum. She seemed nervous, but he wasn't sure what sort of reaction would ease her mind. One arm slowly moved out perpendicular from the rest of his body and then with a bit of a flurry of his cape he bowed ... and bowed ... And suddenly the only thing left where he stood was a heap of cape and the young man was nowhere to be seen. That didn't mean he wasn't there. Slight of hand was fun, and he'd learned a couple more tricks. It was more flashy than a smoke bomb, but also less likely to spook the blinker, he hoped. He hoped from his position behind a couch. (Super late oops) Rue’s mouth fell open as the man seemed to melt, right into the floor. And then there was only his cape. She stared, eyes wide as she tried to figure out where he’d gone, then edged forward and poked the cape with her toe. She hopped backwards immediately, like she expected it to grab her ankles. Which, this being the Paradox House, who could really blame her? She peered around the room again. She couldn’t help it, she was a bit more curious than afraid now, although the idea that she was being hunted kept playing in the back of her head like a broken record. ”Um?” She said finally, her voice so quiet she had to say it twice to her any sound out. “You forgot your cape...are you still around here anywhere?” There was a hesitation - both for dramatics and so Kid could think. He wasn't sure if Rue would fall for a smoke bomb. But he wanted to try anyway. He took one out of his pocket, aware that he wasn't going to be able to aim well with his hands as they were. But he didn't need to. Instead, he took a small breath out (so very quiet), and then dropped the smoke bomb only a couple of feet outside of his hiding place. Rue was focusing on his cape. He stepped out into the plum of smoke, like he was emerging from the smoke. (He'd learned a long time ago to get a solution that reacted to air rather than anything electric. He knew how the House worked.) The dramatics of it would, or so he was placing bets on, distract Rue from the cape. Which would have disappeared should she look back, because somehow it had ended up pinned around his neck again. The smoke cleared. Kid smiled a bit and then bowed. "Kid the Phantom Thief, at your service. Excuse the theatrics. I figured that you were a bit nervous and might need some time to think without me hovering like an overgrown dove."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 19, 2019 16:19:45 GMT -5
"Just a bit," Kid muttered, answering to Sherlock's statement about the situation changing. It had. He was no longer sure what was going on. Oh, he had theories, but he wasn't completely sure. With a exasperated sigh, he also thought back to the question Sherlock had poised before everything with the silhouettes had derailed their respective attention. "Stiff. My hands are stiff." He didn't really care if it was stuck-up Sherlock talking or the Sherlock that actually cared. He didn't give much more detail than that. He didn't need to. Sherlock had seen how Kid had held his arms before they entered the room. One had clearly been broken and then badly mended and the slightly loose fitting suit didn't hide the bow in one of his arms. At the cusp of where his suit met his gloves the thinnest ring of scar tissue had probably been visible or Sherlock could have guessed it was there. Even if the detective hadn't deduced Kid's not quite human state yet, he would probably have deduced that the injuries Kid had sustained were probably from the situation that Kid had been in the last time Sherlock had heard of him. "'He?'" Kid checked, voice curious. He couldn't see the figure anymore, but he brought the image up in his mind's eye. Maybe. "I agree with you. Another question, however, is whether Suspect 2 is just another actor or whether Suspect 2 is really just ignorant of what Suspect 1 intended." It was a question Kid felt he had to put forth, even if he found it unlikely. He saw, though his side of the dirty window, Sherlock freeze. Sherlock did not tend to freeze. "What is it?" Kid asked, puzzled. Sherlock said nothing. He didn’t even pursue the subject of Kid’s hands, which was concerning enough in itself even without him suddenly freezing in the middle of what was a game to him. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. John and Mary. Generic enough names, but he new better than to think they were anything but a reference to two of the people he had held closest in the world for a short, happy time. He swallowed and licked his lips, trying desperately to reach his normal tone. He did a decent impression of it, but anyone who knew him could see through it in an instant and he knew it. But he had to say something. “It’s...I’ve found a clue.” He forced the words out, sounding oddly strangled. “Something written in the glass. Clean up your side, why don’t you, maybe there’s something written there as well.” It was a risk to suggest it, but he wanted to see if Kid got something equally personal on his side. It would be immediately obvious if he had, and if he hadn’t... well, Sherlock mused, he didn’t talk about home all that much. Kid probably wouldn’t understand what he was seeing if it happened to be the same message. Kid | I read that as Washing Machine Room in all honesty | ®Hawkpath® Sherlock's prompting didn't really help Kid much. He lightly wiggled the fingers of his hands as much as he could and when he was satisfied that he hadn't broken or damaged anything (not like it would have made any difference since it should have healed by then), he returned to scrubbing at the window. He didn't know whether or not the words had been there before. He wasn't sure if the grime had just been caked on too thick or if there had really been words there all along or if the House had decided that there should be some there to prompt them along. Sherlock's tone hadn't escaped him either. Kid tensed, prepared to ask about it, but thought better of it as he worked on cleaning the glass again. Words were revealed which matched the ones on Sherlock's side of the glass. "John and Mary," Kid inquired. He didn't know if this meant something to Sherlock, but it meant nothing to him. "Who are they? Murderers in your world?" It was an assumption. He wasn't actually aware of Sherlock's life that much, he realized. It just wasn't something that had come up. The best Kid could assume then was that they were part of a case back in the detectives world. "Or maybe they're blinkers?" he second guessed. He'd assumed because it was a mystery and that was Sherlock's thing, then it must be a mystery from his world. But it could have always been blinkers that Sherlock knew. Anything was possible.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 20, 2019 1:55:42 GMT -5
The beast made no move to attack, and no real sense of hostility came from it. In fact, one of it's heads had been surprised as well, if it's tone of voice was anything to go by. Since half of this head's face was fleshless, it wasn't as if there was much else to tell it's current emotion by... Ever so slowly, the sword that had been raised at the ready for a fight was lowered as it's bearer worked to recompose himself, though his narrowed eyes remained locked on the undead creature. Hmm, This dragon was a blinker as well? So, humanoid beings weren't the only ones brought here, but monsters were as well. Still, for what purpose? Tch, instead of finding more answers about this place, all it did was give him more questions. Finally, Sandalphon cleared his throat and awkwardly let his gaze wonder off to the side, his fingers adjusting their position on the hilt of his sword as his grip on it relaxed a bit. "Scared me? Nonsense." He spoke up again, his voice once again firm as he, of course, immediately jumped to save face. "I was simply caught off guard by the fact you can speak, that's all." Which was true enough, he had indeed been surprised, not in a fearful way, but by the outlandishness of it all. Now that things had settled down again, the archangel returned his blade to its sheath on his hip. His three sets of various colored plumage however, did not vanish, instead simply folding back and out of the way. Despite putting his weapon away, he was remaining on guard, just in case any more unexpected 'suprises' showed up. Thump... Thump...The ground quaked as something large beat against it, which earned a raised brow from the Primarch when his head swung around to see what the source was. Wait, was it... wagging, one of its tails? The longer Sandalphon remained with this strange creature, the more he was starting to become convinced that Vyrn was going to have some competition for the title of 'Most Unintimidating' dragon. The small lizard still had the edge in that one, considering he was only one tenth his opponent's size and could only talk other people to death instead of accidentally squashing them. This undead beast with the mannerisms of an exited puppy was certainly... Hmm, How did mortals say it? 'Giving him a run for his money'. Funny enough, in a way, it was strangely endearing seeing such a monstrous thing acting in such a manner, enough so that the Primarch let out a chuckle. But, much as that was the case, "So, do we have to worry about any of you trying to make a meal of us?" The question was blunt, and completely serious. Even if the dragon wasn't showing any hostility at the moment, the archangel still wanted to make sure this new blinked posed no threat... Well, with her size, no intentional threat, to the people around her, now or in the future. It was a simple enough question, was it not? In the background of the current goings on, Rai's quiet voice was barely audible as he inquired about exploring cabins. Oh, right... That had been the plan before this sudden interruption. Sandalphon had almost forgotten in all the commotion. "Yes. Let's." He replied to Rai, looking back and giving the other man a nod in confirmation. He took a few steps to the side so he could see the buildings the undead dragon had blocked from his view this whole time. Ah, so that was what had grabbed the pair's attention earlier. A few small, wooden houses sat a little ways off. Sησω mintedstar/fur Auransky(Dropping this now, before it gets any longer vdfcdfg)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 20, 2019 3:14:28 GMT -5
"Enemy controlling this realm," Arthur mused to himself more than anyone else. He seemed to find the statement made by Sandalphon amusing. He made no effort to shook it down, however. Sandalphon had a right to his theories. The right a lot of people seemed to scoff about when it came to his own ideas of the House. No. He wasn't at all annoyed about that. Though he just let everything else around him happen rather than interacting with it himself. The dragon nearly caused him pause, that was for sure, but he'd met creatures larger than it before. Mostly, he'd met something called a dinosaur, which seemed to be about the same thing. He at least thought some of the body shape was similar. The appearance of Anika did cause one thing to happen. Where she'd appeared, she had been at least a couple feet away from Arthur. But even so, Arthur seemed to disappear. Like she had stepped on him. Then a second later and he had appeared by Raizel. It was like blinking. It looked like he'd blinked from his place by the campfire and then appeared directly next to the Nobleses. Teleportation might have been applicable too, if that's what it could be called when a ghost was doing it. He didn't seemed surprised it had happened either, and instead picked up where he had left off: planning to great the dragon right back. It might be a good idea, considering the sword that Sandalphon had out. "Hello," he said to Anika. He observed the fact that each head seemed to have an independent set of thoughts almost at once. The body itself seemed to be a joined body of many dragons. It was fascinating and, Arthur was sure, very confusing. He looked her over with intrigue where Sandalphon seemed to deem the creature with fear. "You might find," the alchemist (ghost) said. "That things might be easier if you talked to each other." He was referring to the heads, nodding in particular to the orange head and the one which looked like it was trying to walk off by herself. "Maybe appoint a leader for each room? Or figure it out as you see fit. I'm not particularly sure how you are going to work through a room when all of you are trying to do something different." They were clearly new to this. He recognized the symptoms. He cast a look at Sandalpon, about to say that he agreed. Then he realized a second later that he probably couldn't be eaten. A grin suddenly plastered itself over his face. Hey. That wasn't a bad thing. He supposed being dead had some good things about it. He didn't have to worry about dying again. He'd take his upsides where he could. "Yes, well," he said. "I take it you've appeared here before if you're not shocked about the whole ordeal." He didn't leave it as a question. If Anika hadn't, he wasn't going to tell her the 'Welcome to the House' speech. His didn't match up with everyone else's ideas.
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zeph!
tired + busy but i'd like to say hello again :]
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Post by zeph! on Oct 20, 2019 13:30:24 GMT -5
Spinel blinked into the living room, still in the same position, as always. She looked a little tired, but perked up immediately when she realized she was somewhere new. "Pink?" The gem questioned hopefully, just in case. She hadn't seen her best friend in ages. She was still getting the ropes of her colony, though. Probably. "Pink?" Spinel called again, just in case the Diamond hadn't heard her. "Are you hiding? Can you come out, please?" She looked around, eyes round, as she tried to see a glimpse of Pink Diamond among the unfamiliar furniture. Once realizing, however, that she couldn't see her friend, she let out a small sigh, and stood up straight, waiting for something else of interest to come along.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 20, 2019 15:14:13 GMT -5
The white haired young woman almost jumped... Or rather, she did jump, a few feet into the air to be exact, in shock when a pink... Person?, suddenly appeared from thin air right in front of her. She stumbled a few steps back, trying to put some distance between her and the weird creature. As she did so, her foot managed to catch the large glass bead she had dropped on the floor and sent it rolling towards Spinel. At this point though, eating was the least of her worries. What... Was that thing? It wasn't another revenant, and even if it's scent didn't already give away the fact it wasn't human, it's appearance certainly did. Was it a Lost? That had to be it... Or at least that was what the young woman thought, until it started talking with a perfectly human voice. Even though she had only seen a few of the monsters herself, she was pretty sure they couldn't speak like this. Despite the fear she felt towards her current situation, there was a hint of curiosity growing within her as well. "A-are you looking for someone?" Her voice still held a tremble, but she slowly straightened out her posture so she no longer looked like a terrified animal. The blue glow in her eyes faded as well, not that it did much to make her seem more human. (Hope you don't mind if I pick your post up. XP) zeph!
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 20, 2019 15:16:52 GMT -5
( o.o Want my to blink someone in? And if so, any preferences? )
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