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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 20, 2019 16:12:02 GMT -5
(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." The trick worked flawlessly. She whipped around, her mouth going wide in a perfect little “o” as a tall man with scarred hands emerged from a puff of smoke, like he’d simply appeared there out of thin air. She looked down, but the cape was gone. Of course it was. It had rejoined its owner, somehow, while she was distracted by whatever he had just accomplished. She guessed he was one of the powered people here, but it still always managed to surprise her when people did anything she would have considered impossible in other circumstances. She supposed she should really try to get used to it, since it didn’t seem likely to stop, but.... She managed to smile back, relaxing a bit as he proved to not be an immediate threat. “Um...thanks. How did you do that? Are you magic too?” She asked it before she could stop herself, then shut her mouth quickly. Obviously he was magic, he didn’t need her to ask a question like that. “I mean, you are, but...that was really cool.” And she realized he was right. She was less nervous now, and more impressed. She peered behind him, as though she thought there might be a door there she’d somehow failed to notice, but there wasn’t and she glanced back up at him. “Oh! I’m Rue. Hi.”
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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 16:26:07 GMT -5
Spinel smiled wider, delighted to have some company. "Hiya!" She said brightly, ignoring the fact that the other person was scrambling to get away from her. She didn't look like any gem she'd seen for. She definitely wasn't Pink. But someone to play with! The prospect seemed so exciting after being alone. "I was looking for Pink. She's my best friend. And a Diamond." She explained, a hint of pride evident in her voice at the last sentence. "I thought she was hiding or somethin'" Then, she looked at the ground, where a red ornament thing had rolled towards her. "What's that?" She questioned, indicating towards it with a bob of her head. (Not at all, thanks! ) (Also, mintedstar/fur- it's fine with me :3) HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 20, 2019 16:56:05 GMT -5
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. Sherlock’s heart jerked in his chest as Kid read the names. So it was on both sides. He wanted to assume it was a coincidence, but that would have been stupid and he prided himself on being smart, so he couldn’t do that. Apparently, the House had decided the days when he could ignore his own world, intentionally or not, had come to an end. It wasn’t particularly fair. Then again, what was? He knew Kid could tell there was something about those names that had gotten to him, but he wasn’t prepared to explain what it was. Not now, not with everything that had happened, that was happening as he stood here waiting to go back into the life that seemed to want him dead, or worse. It always had, and it usually didn’t bother him, but lately... Lately, he kind of wanted to live. “They’re acquaintances. Friends. Companions, I mean.” He tried to explain in a short, offhand tone that didn’t really take since his voice shook a little. It actually almost cracked on the word “friends”. What was he doing? He could talk about this. He talked about this all the time, didn’t he? “Doesn’t matter.” He continued, a little quieter. He sounded...tired. Like he didn’t want to deal with explaining himself. “They’re not...they won’t actually kill each other.” Sherlock said, turning away from the scene. “Let us out, House. What are you trying to do here? I know they don’t kill each other, I-“ I kill them. He barely stopped the words from escaping him. Maybe Kid wouldn’t notice. Maybe....
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 20, 2019 17:58:38 GMT -5
"I...er, see!" The white haired woman didn't quite share the strange pink thing's enthusiasm, but she still tried to return it's smile with an awkward one of her own, as she assumed that was what it would want her to do. If she played along, maybe she could find out what was going on here, or at least avoid any trouble. Best friends...with a diamond? Like the mineral? And it was named Pink? Okay then... Nothing she said made a lick of sense, but the pink thing's demeanor and way of talking made her seem innocent enough. "Well, I haven't seen any diamonds around here yet, but if I do, I'll... uh, be sure to let you know!" The newbie hummed, answering with her best attempt at an understanding tone of voice. Oh no... She stiffened when the other blinker noticed the bloodbead sitting on the floor, having almost forgotten about it herself. If the weird girl really was somekind of Lost, smelling one of those would definitely cause her to turn aggressive. But it didn't... She simply asked what it was. "That's..." The white haired woman paused, confusion clouding her features and holding her words back. This stranger didn't know what bloodbeads were? How was that possible? Everyone and everything within the Gaol of the Mist knew what these special vessels were. Not sure how to take this turn of events, "Oh, sorry! It's, um, mine, but you can have it if you'd like. I can just get another one later." Provided there were any blood springs nearby, that was. Oh well, she could take being hungry a bit longer if it meant avoiding raising a scene. "Hey, how about in exchange for that, could you tell me what's going on here?" zeph!
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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 18:50:40 GMT -5
"Yup!" She nodded, with a large grin, before her demeanor turned serious- at least a little more serious, but still sort of goofy. "Only Pink, though. I dunno if Yellow or Blue or White like me that much. Pink's my best friend, and my Diamond, anyways, not them." She looked back at the thing on the floor, her expression turning slightly curious. "Okay! I don't know that much, though." Spinel made no sign of going to take the thing on the floor, instead thinking for a moment, her face scrunched up slightly. "I was in a place like this kind of a long time ago. It was with a bunch of seats and stuff. It was called... The House, I think. And I teleported here, and last time there was this murder thing going on." Spinel shrugged slightly, not sure if the blinker would know what that was. She didn't when she first got there, anyways. "It was kinda scary. But then I was back in the Garden." She shrugged again. If there was any more to it, she was either not listening or had long forgotten it. The event had been a while back, anyways. She was lucky to remember even that much. "What do you do with it?" Spinel asked, her attention quickly diverted again by the thing on the floor. "Is it like a ball? Should I juggle it or something?" HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Oct 21, 2019 0:15:07 GMT -5
clue? | Murder Mystery Room | everyone Chaoticly thrusted around the cassette displayed new scrapes and scratches to those with a keen eye. Yet the aged, chunky device didn't delay in its purpose when the detective had pressed a silver button. Could have been the stop or eject button but this was the house we're talking about. In accordance to its supposed task the walkmen clicked at a moment's notice all the while the headphones dangled alongside L's leg. " Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive! The tune played itself on and on, its volume raising ever so slightly in the vast and spacious auditorium. However long the casette went on there was a noticeable noise in the background of the song, a minor snapping noise followed by a dragging of feet. The verse stopped briefly for a major distortion to the audio made itself prominent. " JURY, WHAT IS YOUR VERDICT?" A rather toneless voice echoed a rather simple inquiry, vibrating out through the room not from the device but the heads of the blinkers. " MAKE YOUR CHOICE."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 21, 2019 14:18:49 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | everybody |
“You better...” grumbled Touka, turning away from the vampire to wipe furiously at her eye with her sleeve. After that, she hung back a little, staying still and quiet, observing as people began to settle down all around her and start considering the problems at hand. She watched, intent, as L turned on the walkman, but shook her head, clearly a bit let down as it began to play a song.
“So it was just a regular walkman after - “
She cut herself off, freezing, as the music stopped, replaced by several noises which were hard to distinguish on their own, but together, painted a very sharp, chilling image. She stayed dead silent as the voice rang out through the room, announcing what was clearly the grand finale of this whole thing.
Make your choice.
“What if we just stop playing?” she said abruptly, after a long, loaded moment of silence. She looked around at the others, drawing them in. “Think about it. The tape is asking us to make a choice, so what if we pronounce everyone in here innocent? That’s a verdict, too. The House can’t say it isn’t.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 21, 2019 16:00:35 GMT -5
Myrnin | M & M Room | Pretty much everyone Awareness had returned to Myrnin in bursts and snatches. Though it was hard to call it awareness when you weren't in his head. It took a few seconds for his eyes to focus on anything, they had been drifting (slightly hungrily) around the room with little attention. Instead, he had been almost completely focused on Vincent (or more specifically, feeding from Vincent). But this didn't stay the state of events. After a couple of blinks, his red eyes shifted. He couldn't see everyone in the position he was in. He certainly didn't stop biting Vincent, but he did seem to be listening to what the Walkman proclaimed. His pupils dilated as soon as the House started speaking. He almost jerked against Vincent, but had to stop, wincing, as he jostled his still broken arm and ribs. He would have injured Vincent as well, but whether he'd been thinking of that or not was unclear. With great hesitation, he retracted his fangs. He was no longer using Vincent as a walking stick, so at least he could stand on his own two feet as he slowly turned around. He reached into a pocket then, gave a soft grunt to get Vincent's attention, and held out a bandage. This time, it was not wet with sea water. This was the only thanks he gave, though he was a bit distracted. Using his wrist (since he was currently missing any sleeves thanks to the shirt incident) he wiped a small amount of blood from the corner of his mouth and then rubbed at the drying blood that was around his once broken nose. While he did that, he listened to what Touka was saying. "That's a pretty theory," he said with a sigh, sounding very tired. His eyes were still a bloody red. "But something tells me this is meant to be a lynching. We were called 'jury'. Those are not allowed to adjourn until they have come to a decision, are they not?" He glanced at Vincent for this answer, though it might have been a rhetoric question. As he said this, he reached across himself with his good arm and started to adjust the position of the broken arm, gritting his teeth all the while. Sometimes things didn't set right if he didn't monitor it. As it was, it would take a while for everything to find its proper place. Until then, he held his arm. "A more practical 'unanswer,'" he said. "Would be to choose someone who can afford to live with the brand. That doesn't necessarily mean that the House will not reveal the true suspect afterward ... considering the voice and general opinion it seems to enjoy the drama." He glanced around at the walls of the theater, as if he expected the House to show itself. He looked just a but unsettled at the mention of the voice. "Then again, this all could just become another room after the votes are cast. I don't have high hopes that this wont become a bigger mess." He didn't shrug, but it looked like he thought about before he remembered his broken ribs. Or maybe not broken now. Maybe just bruised. "Blame me," he said offhandedly. "Choose me as the murderer." Then he glanced at Shade. And anyone with half a brain would have noticed it was the same looks that he had given Touka before madness ensued.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 21, 2019 17:42:44 GMT -5
Shade | M&M Room | Last Chapter Shade had returned to the foot of the prop stairs by the time L was playing the walkman, staring with cold intensity as it played through the song. The choice of song was... well, her lips twitched slightly. In recognition or just disgusted amusement was hard to say. She was listening hard, of that much anyone could be certain. But that can be said for all y'all here. She glanced down at the poor fellow, ears still tuning in to the conversation going on and the walkman. After her most recent non-physical examination of the victim, she looked up to the rest of the people in the room. Mostly Myrnin, and as he glanced at her he was met with a stone-cold stare. Her nails drummed over the wood of the prop-stairs thoughtfully and she frowned then, looking away from him. "I don't think any of this will matter after we leave the room, it seems unlikely that the house would just leave one of its blinkers dead. Has anyone considered that there might not be any murderer at all? The house has blinked people in already dead from something that happened in their own world," she pointed out. She stood then, walking over to the roughly clustered group. "Its noble of you to put yourself on the chopping block, Myrnin, but we don't know what will happen to you afterward. Maybe you'll die, or never come back, or something worse. We should think about this carefully. Offer up any information or reasoning as to why we suspect someone and then let everyone give a defense." Even as she said it she looked uncertain, still frowning deeply.
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Post by Sησω on Oct 21, 2019 19:15:32 GMT -5
"We've been here once before," the orange-scaled head spoke. "This place is pretty cool!" All the new sights were kind of a relief, and she liked to think about exploring. Just as she was beginning to think about wandering into the beautiful forest, Sandalphon's question made her curious. She'd been hungry ever since she died, but it had always been at the back of her mind. Now that she had actually paused for a moment to think about it, she felt hungrier than previously. Can I eat something from another dimension? What would it taste like? she thought to herself. It was almost tempting to eat the blinkers. She simply ignored Arthur's suggestion to talk. Her companions were the last beings she wanted to talk to, either in this alternate dimension or in her home world. "You'll all be fine as long as you don't mess with any of us," the head with blue-green scales spoke with narrowed eyes. She, too, was hungry. She was even more tempted to eat the blinkers than the orange-scaled head due to the fact that she was already annoyed with them. However, she sensed that Sandalphon could pose a threat. Despite his small size in comparison to hers, the amount of magic he gave off was rather strong. At the ghost's comment about talking to her companions, she rolled her ice blue eyes. "I've already tried, but they didn't want to listen," she grumbled to herself. "It would be better if she stopped trying to boss us around," the brown-scaled head and the gray-scaled head spoke in unison. Their words were both directed toward the green scaled head, who let out a low growl in response. After speaking at the same time, the brown-scaled head and the gray-scaled head looked at each other. She thought the same thing I did, the brown-scaled head thought, Maybe we're more connected than I thought. It still didn't change the fact that she wanted to be alive with a body that only she controlled. However, something was beginning to seem more familiar and less scary about her partially skeletal companion. The lavender-scaled head stayed silent, but she shared the same thoughts as the two heads who had spoken out against their green-scaled companion.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 22, 2019 22:12:41 GMT -5
Vincent watched as Touka wiped at her eyes, expressionless as she wandered further. The sound of the Walkman suddenly filled the theatre, causing his gaze to find his way back to L, watching the detective’s eyes as the song played, and then more intently when the background noise began. His grip on Myrnin’s shoulder tightened slightly, the one eye he had open closing tightly when Myrnin suddenly jerked in response to to voice that followed the eerie audio. He let out a quiet sigh as Myrnin retracted his fangs, his hand hesitant to slide off the vampire’s shoulder. He blinked open his eyes as he took the bandage, light headed as he pressed it against his wound. He lifted his eyes to Myrnin, staring, baffled. A smirk tugged, fast and then it was gone and he looked the other way. He didn’t say anything for a moment, staring off blankly while the words seemed to process in his head. He turned a tired looking gaze towards Myrnin when he was asked about a jury’s function, rising his eyebrow slightly. A smile tugged at his lips, then he looked away, seeming to be mouthing something. If the question hadn’t been rhetorical, he left it unanswered anyways. The room fell silent for a short several seconds and then suddenly Myrnin was asking to be blamed. Vincent stared, then after a second or two he chuckled, hazy but not short of his amusement. “Either way,” he said, tipping his head back, flinching, then turning to face Shade without moving his neck, “does someone get punished in the end? What happens if a verdict is wrong?” He eyed Myrnin sideways, his grin lazy and crooked.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 22, 2019 23:15:15 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | everyone Daud's eyes narrowed as everyone ignored him. Letting out a quiet scoff, he found his cigar again and lit it, apathetically taking a drag as he listened to the unfamiliar song and the much more familiar sounds of a murder going on in the background. Smoke drifted lazily from his mouth as he blew it out slowly, his calculating gaze fixed mainly on Myrnin. Noting the glance, his gaze slid toward Shade. "Does it matter?" he asked, only coming a few steps closer and keeping his distance from Myrnin and Touka. He waved the cigar toward the walkman, leaving a trail of smoke in the air. "House wants an answer."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 23, 2019 1:07:22 GMT -5
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." The trick worked flawlessly. She whipped around, her mouth going wide in a perfect little “o” as a tall man with scarred hands emerged from a puff of smoke, like he’d simply appeared there out of thin air. She looked down, but the cape was gone. Of course it was. It had rejoined its owner, somehow, while she was distracted by whatever he had just accomplished. She guessed he was one of the powered people here, but it still always managed to surprise her when people did anything she would have considered impossible in other circumstances. She supposed she should really try to get used to it, since it didn’t seem likely to stop, but.... She managed to smile back, relaxing a bit as he proved to not be an immediate threat. “Um...thanks. How did you do that? Are you magic too?” She asked it before she could stop herself, then shut her mouth quickly. Obviously he was magic, he didn’t need her to ask a question like that. “I mean, you are, but...that was really cool.” And she realized he was right. She was less nervous now, and more impressed. She peered behind him, as though she thought there might be a door there she’d somehow failed to notice, but there wasn’t and she glanced back up at him. “Oh! I’m Rue. Hi.” Adjusting his cape a little, Kid reached into a pocket soon after. He looked like he had slight difficultly getting on the white gloves which usually accompanied his outfit. While he did that, he answered her questions. He knew that she expected him to be magical, but he really didn't feel like that was accurate. His 'magic' was all staged, though he did seem to have an odd resistance to a certain witch's magic. Then there was the whole immortal thing. That didn't feel like it counted however. "Telling you how I did it would ruin the magic," he said with a small smile. "And no. I'm not magic. I'm a magician. Not always the same thing." He tapped the side of his head and then pulled his hand away. Then he tilted his head and a small golden ball seemed to drop from somewhere from within his hair. It looked to big to actually have been hidden in there and his hand hadn't appeared to be holding anything before either. "Just some things I picked up," he said, catching the ball against his knee and then treating it like a soccer ball and kept it moving between his feet. He was smiling a bit more now. This was something he had picked up. From Shinichi. He let the ball 'disappear', and he said, "Nice to meet you, Rue. And I take it you are from Earth?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 23, 2019 17:32:28 GMT -5
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. Sherlock’s heart jerked in his chest as Kid read the names. So it was on both sides. He wanted to assume it was a coincidence, but that would have been stupid and he prided himself on being smart, so he couldn’t do that. Apparently, the House had decided the days when he could ignore his own world, intentionally or not, had come to an end. It wasn’t particularly fair. Then again, what was? He knew Kid could tell there was something about those names that had gotten to him, but he wasn’t prepared to explain what it was. Not now, not with everything that had happened, that was happening as he stood here waiting to go back into the life that seemed to want him dead, or worse. It always had, and it usually didn’t bother him, but lately... Lately, he kind of wanted to live. “They’re acquaintances. Friends. Companions, I mean.” He tried to explain in a short, offhand tone that didn’t really take since his voice shook a little. It actually almost cracked on the word “friends”. What was he doing? He could talk about this. He talked about this all the time, didn’t he? “Doesn’t matter.” He continued, a little quieter. He sounded...tired. Like he didn’t want to deal with explaining himself. “They’re not...they won’t actually kill each other.” Sherlock said, turning away from the scene. “Let us out, House. What are you trying to do here? I know they don’t kill each other, I-“ I kill them. He barely stopped the words from escaping him. Maybe Kid wouldn’t notice. Maybe.... There was no way that Kid was going to believe Sherlock. Sherlock didn't get this flustered over things. And that was the only way that Kid could describe it. He didn't want to pressure Sherlock, but he didn't see any other way to get answers.
"It does matter," he said, trying to keep his voice firm but sympathetic. "They're listed in this room. Even you know that the House does things for a reason and it could just as easily be a hint to the way out or solving this mystery as anything else." He knew Sherlock knew that too. But these were his friends which the House was naming like it meant nothing. Even Kid could understand how bad that felt. "What were you going to say, Sherlock," he said, leaning his head against the grimy window. He closed his eyes, ignoring whatever was happening behind the glass. There was a far greater issue to be faced and it was whatever Sherlock had to say. "The House isn't going to let us out of this that easily," he mumbled. Who could this Mary and John be back in Sherlock's world. Kid knew he didn't really talk about the people in his own world. Sometimes he might mention Shinichi, but he didn't think that counted. Shinichi had been a blinker. This Mary and John didn't seem to be.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 23, 2019 17:43:37 GMT -5
"Glad that's settled," said The Doctor, already several yards down the hallway. "Now, I'm not sure about ya all, but I would love to see where this ship is going." She waved at the surrounding metal. "I believe we are movin' anyway. But wouldn't it be interesting to find out where? We're out in space! Think of the possibilities. I'm not even sure we're in my universe." Her voice had risen a bit, excited, and she spun around to walk backwards and watch Matt and Anika.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 23, 2019 22:26:41 GMT -5
Touka | M&M Room | mintedstar/fur mostly"If you try to frame yourself one more time, there's going to be an actual murder. By me," snapped Touka, turning to glare at the vampire. "We don't know what'll happen to whoever gets convicted, so we can't just pick somebody without knowing who did it. Assuming anyone here actually did it." She leaned back, letting out a huff of frustration. "And how many people have to agree? All of us? That'd mean somebody would have to say it was them, and we're right back where we started."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 24, 2019 14:50:43 GMT -5
L | M&M Room | everyone L’s eyes widened slightly as the tape played, and he seemed to be holding his breath as the background noises became clearer. He tilted his head as the cassette stopped playing, then looked over the crowd of people, his eyes resting on every face for a moment before he moved on. “Yes, Myrnin, please have some sense.” He agreed with Touka, his voice carrying a clear edge to it now. “This is one of the House’s games, which means both that there is an answer, and also that the game itself is very dangerous. I don’t need to tell you what could happen to whoever we blame.” He turned, eyes on Vincent. Then he moved to the body and checked the right hand, much as the other man had when they’d first blinked in. “Well?” He added somewhat impatiently as he crouched by the body. “L suppose we either start voting or decide to stage a mutiny. Please decide which you would rather do quickly “
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 24, 2019 15:46:36 GMT -5
Myrnin | M & M Room | Everyone "Exactly," hissed Myrnin through his teeth. "I don't need to be told." His foot tapped against the floor. "This is a House game, so choosing someone is going to damn someone regardless. We pick the wrong person, they are hurt. We pick the right one? Do you honestly think they are any more deserving of punishment than those wrongly picked? If this is a game, someone will be punished wrongly regardless of who we pick. We could at the very least pick someone who could handle it ..." Be he seemed already resigned to the fact that L and Touka weren't going to agree with him on that point. The obvious fact that he wasn't going to get them on his side had him looking away and he grumbled through his teeth again. Something told him the votes wouldn't even measure up. The idea that there would be a punishment - or the possibility of one - had soured his expression. "Vincent," he said, crossing his arms. Apparently his broken one was mended enough to do that with only a deep grimace. He didn't seem to be calling on the other blinker, so apparently he was voting him as the murderer.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 24, 2019 18:27:27 GMT -5
Vincent watched L with his same smile, shaking his head ever so slightly at the man, chuckling to himself. He looked between each person as they spoke, his pale eyes wide and intent as he noted their opinions. He was looking at Touka when Myrnin suddenly said his name, his eyes lighting up in...well...it was hard to tell. “Hmm?” He said, pivoting to face the vampire. He stared expectantly for a second, then laughed; “Oh.” He raised his eyebrows, as if surprised, but he was smiling sheepishly. He turned his gaze onto the others in the room, rolling his eyes slightly as he looked away from Myrnin. “Should I object - or does someone have something useful to say?”
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 24, 2019 22:32:28 GMT -5
“This way, this way,” beckoned The Doctor. Only by this point, she’d blinked into the living room and was faced with the view of the couch instead. She looked at it with a slight frown, unsure what she was looking at for a second (maybe she thought the person she was talking to had suddenly morphed into a chair). Her hand lowered as she realized where she was and her shoulders sagged with relief when she seemed to realize where she had ended up. Walking over to the bookcase, she started looking over the books, unsure if she had ever looked over them before. She was waiting for someone else to appear - as she had no doubt they would - and then perhaps there would be a chance to go into a room. Oops)) Vincent blinked in, his arms crossed and eyebrow raised. His pale eyes were fixed ahead of him, glaring at whoever had been standing there an instant ago. Despite his serious demeanor; he was quick to break into a noisy yawn when he noticed where he was, arms unfolding and swinging absently at his side while he took a look around. Finding The Doctor across the room he straightened a bit, bringing his fingers through his hair while he either waited for her to acknowledge him, as his presence had been rather hard to miss, or for her to let the absence of a greeting to get awkward. Presumably, he wasn’t going to initiate.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 24, 2019 22:51:56 GMT -5
~∂єѕтιиу | Gold Coin Hunt room Dimension hopping was something he did often, but usually, he was in control when he did it. Visiting the house was something that he never had power over, or in, and frankly, that gave him a wonderful thrill. So, being back here again after, what? A century or two? Felt like birds singing cheerfully in his ears, butterflies tickling the innermost parts of his ribcage! Flowers blossoming amongst his wild gray locks and encircling his horn! Oh wait, the last part was literal. Archie glanced up and waved his hands, scattering petals and shriveling vines to the floor. Anyways... The house. It had been a few years... How did he know it was the house? Well, as any regulars would know, it had that charm of ripping you away from all the important things you were doing. Where was he? He looked around, noting mountains upon mountains of cold coins, small bits of neatly wrapped candy scattered here and there between the glistening bits of cash. He'd always wanted to swim through heaps of gold... Grinning giddily, he hollered a "Whoop! Yeehaw!" and dove right on in, burrowing into the mounds and shifting the previously perfect shape as they swelled and trickled down around him. A lump formed on top of the sea of coins, giving away his position as he burrowed through the glitterly little thingss.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 24, 2019 23:07:35 GMT -5
Vincent | Coin Hunt ?? | Shadepelt15 Vincent (definitely don’t have him in three places rn) blinked in, immediately sinking and sliding down one of the massive mounds of gold. He gasped, confused by his sudden lack of stability, but he stumbled to the ground safely in just a few seconds after arriving, clumsily managing to stay on his feet. The man cursed quietly under his breath, then looked around with a brewing grin. Was this...gold? It was like something out of a fantasy movie - glittering wealth stretching across the entirety of the rooms area, scarce glimpses of the floor winding amongst the towering mountains of coins. Somewhere near him he turned, noticing the sound of sliding coins as the gold tumbled down towards the exposed path, falling in the wake of a curious individual. “Enjoying yourself?” He called, grinning up at the strange bloke. If he’d considered that the stranger could be a threat he didn’t seem to mind that possibility very much, perhaps distracted by the unimaginable worth of his surroundings.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 24, 2019 23:27:30 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу"Oh yes, oh yes I am!" Archie shouted, bursting from the heaps with a broad grin at the blond man before him. His odd face pulled awkwardly, accommodating his tall horn and the mix of expressions upon his face. His right side seemed a bit more sincere in its joy, while the left looked slightly more malicious. They were a bit more unified than they perhaps once were, as they clearly displayed his joy, but even so... His joy was genuine though. Even with his semi-phenomenal, totally cosmic powers, things got boring when you did it all by yourself. The house just did it for him. Yippee!! Plucking a coin from those around him, he flipped it and caught it, then tossed it towards the newcomer. In a great heaving movement, he lifted out of the coins, further scattering them, and dropped back down. Sliding gracefully over the coins like a surfer over waves, he came to the lanky mans side and skidded to a stop. "You're quite unlike anyone I've met before, what's your name?" he asked judiciously, extending his hand to help him out of the gold. Ah, short people... Always so fun. Then again, this guy wasn't short. Everyone was short compared to this [Oops!]ing noodle of a man.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 25, 2019 10:39:40 GMT -5
Vincent | coin hunt! | Shadepelt15 Vincent smirked, sliding his feet over the top layer of the coins he was standing on while he watched Archie. While he’d met many strange creatures in his time at the house, Archie was a particularly interesting specimen. He caught the coin that was tossed towards him with one hand, glancing down at it curiously as Archie slid down the mound. It was about as real as he could tell any gold was, but it felt heavy in his hand. He had no means of deciding if it had any real worth, but he couldn’t imagine why it wouldn’t. He tossed it over his shoulder anyways, taking Archie’s hand as it was offered to him. They joined each other on one of the slim paths of visible floor, at which point Vincent realized he’d seriously misjudged the sheer mass of this creature. Standing nearly an entire foot taller than him it was easy to believe he’d misheard him when Archie called him unusual. “Call me Vincent,” he said, shaking the hand that he already had in his grasp. “Yourself?” His eyes slid down the creature’s figure, taking it all in with a slightly lifted eyebrow. He then looked back up towards his face, chin tilted up with confidence...or maybe it was the only way for him to see Archie’s upper body...maybe both.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 25, 2019 12:12:58 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиуAs they stood there Archie began to promptly shake coins out of his pockets and his shoes, finding that a ridiculous amount had found their way into all the little crevices of his clothing. "Everyone has taken to calling me Archie, but I'm never opposed to nicknames should you come up with any," he responded, returning the shake. This fellow seemed pretty cool, and he, of course, had noticed him staring. How flattering that was! Maybe he could have some fun with this guy, after all; most people he encountered either ran for their lives or tried to kill him on the spot. Grinning, he leaned down to whisper in the man's ear; "Some people call me God," as if it were the biggest secret ever and they weren't the only ones in the room. I Reeling back, he hooted with laughter and skid on his heels, brushing away fake tears from his eyes as he did so. His (way too) long scarf flapped about in the still air until he eventually settled, and returned to Vincent's side, smirking thoughtfully. "I'm mostly kidding," he assured him. Was he though? It was at this point Archie decided to start staring back, leaning but not bending down to get a good look at Vincent's person. "You've got really lovely eyes, by the way. Excellent color," he said chuckling softly as he said it. "I'm very curious though, are you aware of where you are at this very moment? Or are you what the locals call a regular 'Blinker'?" he inquired, stooping even further and at first appearing to be examining him, only to take a sloppy dive back into the pile of coins. He didn't begin swimming through them, of course; that would be horrible manners when hes right in the middle of a conversation. Even he knew that, he thought to himself cheekily, rolling over to face the other man and fold his arms behind his head. As he was now, he looked like someone you might find reclining on a beach and enjoying the sunshine. Just to go that extra mile, he propped one ankle over the opposing knee. Vincent had his total attention after that, as was shown by his now wide, softening eyes. The colors of them were still absolutely wack, but there was no malicious grin pulling at them for now. Just rapt curiosity and interest; as if he were a child listening to an older sibling recalling an epic tale.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 25, 2019 14:29:42 GMT -5
Vincent | coin hunt | Shadepelt15 Vincent smiled, “Ah,” he acknowledged, nodding. He raised his eyebrows as Archie leaned closer to him, blankly staring over the lanky man’s shoulder. He might’ve been slightly hesitant to accept the looming figure’s closeness, but if he was, he clearly decided there wasn’t much of anything he could do to protest. His eyebrows drew together as he whispered in his ear, expression lighting up when he processed the words. He watched with raised eyebrows as Archie retreated backwards, the creature laughing loudly. “Mostly?” He echoed, smirking. “Would you be meaning one of the plural or the man himself?” He sounded as though he were musing the man, but perhaps he was actually curious. He’d learned to accept that religion differed from realm to realm in the house, but monotheism would give Archie a rather interesting disposition. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all, and mostly had been alluding to something different entirely. In that case, maybe he really was just musing the man by carrying the concept. He smiled at the sudden complement, looking away briefly. It was doubtful he was flustered, but maybe he was okay with letting Archie think that was the case. He looked back at the question, then looked around the room with an innocent curiosity. Maybe he was taking in his surroundings, but for anyone who knew him, it was likely he was trying to figure out how to answer such a question. “I don’t believe anyone has gotten around to calling me a regular,” he drawled, scratching absently at his scar. “Do you happen to know, precisely, where we are? Or was the question more so; Am I comfortable yet with the widely accepted guess of what this place is?” (This feels sloppy and poorly written but it’s done so whatever)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 25, 2019 14:35:46 GMT -5
Rue | Time-Warped Living Room | IceclawRue blinked in, her face carefully painted green, brown and black in a camouflage pattern. For a moment she was unrecognizable, but then, as she turned and her eyes widened, and she looked just like herself again. Relief opened like a flower in her chest at the sight of the familiar living room. It was no longer any fancier than her universe - in fact, she noticed in stunned silence, it was actually kind of old and unkempt - and she discovered that it felt more like home than anything else did right now. She felt her muscles relax a little, and a small smile came to her face in spite of herself. “Thanks, House.” She murmured, reaching out to touch the couch. Before she could stop herself, she dropped into a chair and took breath after shuddering breath, trying hard not to let all her emotions overwhelm her at once. What if she blinked back right now? She wouldn’t be ready. She sat up. She always had to be ready, she couldn’t afford a moment of rest, not even here. Not anywhere, not anymore. Probably never again, if she was being honest, which she tried not to be.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 14:42:08 GMT -5
"Have you considered the possibility that it's not my grace defeating you, but your own incompetence at the sport?"
A smirk played at the corners of the boy's mouth as he blinked in, softening the otherwise harsh words a bit. He looked about fourteen or fifteen, and he was tall, with skin tanned from the sun, and had delicate features exaggerated by the dark hair that fell in waves around it. The most immediately striking thing about him, though, was his eyes - one a cold silver, and the other a clear, piercing gold. As he noticed where he was, those eyes widened a bit, alight with interest and caution in equal measure.
"Skye...?" he said, voice wavering a little as it rang out, louder than he'd expected in the strange room he'd found himself in. He shook his head, disoriented. Hadn't he just been...
Well...not here?
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 25, 2019 14:44:43 GMT -5
The trick worked flawlessly. She whipped around, her mouth going wide in a perfect little “o” as a tall man with scarred hands emerged from a puff of smoke, like he’d simply appeared there out of thin air. She looked down, but the cape was gone. Of course it was. It had rejoined its owner, somehow, while she was distracted by whatever he had just accomplished. She guessed he was one of the powered people here, but it still always managed to surprise her when people did anything she would have considered impossible in other circumstances. She supposed she should really try to get used to it, since it didn’t seem likely to stop, but.... She managed to smile back, relaxing a bit as he proved to not be an immediate threat. “Um...thanks. How did you do that? Are you magic too?” She asked it before she could stop herself, then shut her mouth quickly. Obviously he was magic, he didn’t need her to ask a question like that. “I mean, you are, but...that was really cool.” And she realized he was right. She was less nervous now, and more impressed. She peered behind him, as though she thought there might be a door there she’d somehow failed to notice, but there wasn’t and she glanced back up at him. “Oh! I’m Rue. Hi.” Adjusting his cape a little, Kid reached into a pocket soon after. He looked like he had slight difficultly getting on the white gloves which usually accompanied his outfit. While he did that, he answered her questions. He knew that she expected him to be magical, but he really didn't feel like that was accurate. His 'magic' was all staged, though he did seem to have an odd resistance to a certain witch's magic. Then there was the whole immortal thing. That didn't feel like it counted however. "Telling you how I did it would ruin the magic," he said with a small smile. "And no. I'm not magic. I'm a magician. Not always the same thing." He tapped the side of his head and then pulled his hand away. Then he tilted his head and a small golden ball seemed to drop from somewhere from within his hair. It looked to big to actually have been hidden in there and his hand hadn't appeared to be holding anything before either. "Just some things I picked up," he said, catching the ball against his knee and then treating it like a soccer ball and kept it moving between his feet. He was smiling a bit more now. This was something he had picked up. From Shinichi. He let the ball 'disappear', and he said, "Nice to meet you, Rue. And I take it you are from Earth?" Rue watched, her eyes wide as she tried and failed to track the sleight of hand to its source. He wasn’t magic? She wasn’t quite sure she believed him. He certainly looked magic to her, but...well, she didn’t see why he would lie about something like that. Anyway, if it was a skill, maybe she could learn it. Maybe she could make herself disappear and stay alive. That was probably not possible, but she couldn’t help wishing for it. Magic would help her now more than ever, and knowing it existed felt a bit like it was taunting her instead of helping her. She didn’t blame the people that had it, but it was hard not to feel a little bit bitter. ”But if you told me, maybe I could learn how to do it too.” She pointed out, and she failed to keep the hope out of her tone. Oh well. She was hopeful, and maybe, maybe there really was a way to learn how to disappear, or fly away with the birds. Her eyebrows knit together in concern, and she added, “are your hands okay?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 25, 2019 14:57:58 GMT -5
Sherlock’s heart jerked in his chest as Kid read the names. So it was on both sides. He wanted to assume it was a coincidence, but that would have been stupid and he prided himself on being smart, so he couldn’t do that. Apparently, the House had decided the days when he could ignore his own world, intentionally or not, had come to an end. It wasn’t particularly fair. Then again, what was? He knew Kid could tell there was something about those names that had gotten to him, but he wasn’t prepared to explain what it was. Not now, not with everything that had happened, that was happening as he stood here waiting to go back into the life that seemed to want him dead, or worse. It always had, and it usually didn’t bother him, but lately... Lately, he kind of wanted to live. “They’re acquaintances. Friends. Companions, I mean.” He tried to explain in a short, offhand tone that didn’t really take since his voice shook a little. It actually almost cracked on the word “friends”. What was he doing? He could talk about this. He talked about this all the time, didn’t he? “Doesn’t matter.” He continued, a little quieter. He sounded...tired. Like he didn’t want to deal with explaining himself. “They’re not...they won’t actually kill each other.” Sherlock said, turning away from the scene. “Let us out, House. What are you trying to do here? I know they don’t kill each other, I-“ I kill them. He barely stopped the words from escaping him. Maybe Kid wouldn’t notice. Maybe.... There was no way that Kid was going to believe Sherlock. Sherlock didn't get this flustered over things. And that was the only way that Kid could describe it. He didn't want to pressure Sherlock, but he didn't see any other way to get answers.
"It does matter," he said, trying to keep his voice firm but sympathetic. "They're listed in this room. Even you know that the House does things for a reason and it could just as easily be a hint to the way out or solving this mystery as anything else." He knew Sherlock knew that too. But these were his friends which the House was naming like it meant nothing. Even Kid could understand how bad that felt. "What were you going to say, Sherlock," he said, leaning his head against the grimy window. He closed his eyes, ignoring whatever was happening behind the glass. There was a far greater issue to be faced and it was whatever Sherlock had to say. "The House isn't going to let us out of this that easily," he mumbled. Who could this Mary and John be back in Sherlock's world. Kid knew he didn't really talk about the people in his own world. Sometimes he might mention Shinichi, but he didn't think that counted. Shinichi had been a blinker. This Mary and John didn't seem to be. Sherlock ran a hand through his short hair and tried to calm himself. It was hard, knowing Kid was on the other side of the glass, waiting for an answer. Probably wondering what was wrong with him. As if anything was wrong with him, which it wasn’t, there was nothing wrong with him at all. It was this room that was making him like this. And anyway, the people in his world were clearly just fine without him, so what did it matter? “Mary is dead and John will be soon enough.” He said shortly, his tone barely keeping together this time. “They don’t kill each other. This is all wrong. It’s...fine, House. You want a confession? It’s my fault, is that what you want me to say?” He couldn’t look at the figures anymore, not even to see what the outcome was. It didn’t matter. They would both be dead soon. ”They’re the only people in the world that I can call my friends.” He said finally, quieter this time. A little bit desperately, because in spite of everything he wanted Kid to understand what this meant. It wasn’t that he would miss them, or that he would be sad and lonely without them. He was broken without John, and he finally knew it. He just... He just didn’t work without his blogger. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do here.” He said flatly, his back to the glass. “I don’t know what the House wants from me.”
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