Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 25, 2019 15:03:20 GMT -5
Aizawa | Time warped living room | Rue
Aizawa blinked into the living room throwing his hair up into a sloppy ponytail. He paused upon seeing the house, dark gaze sweeping over the room. They landed on a young girl, and nobody else. Good. He decidedly did not enjoy the other manifestations this mystery quirk had come up with. "Who are you?" he asked the girl. She was a new manifestation. Or rather he didn't think he had seen her before. Either way, he hadn't interacted with her. --
Aizawa | Living Room | Po Aizawa blinked in squatting on the balls of his feet, a half empty tin of cat food in one hand and a spoon in the other. The food on the spoon hit the floor with a splat, making Aizawa's shoulders slump as he sighed. Spooning it back into the tin, he set the tin on the table. Cat wouldn't care it had been on the floor. A faintly amused ghost of a smile appeared on his face. Hallucination tainted food. The cat sure would love that. Looking around, his gaze landed on a boy he hadn't seen before. "Who are you?"
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 25, 2019 15:10:31 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу(your gud, no worries, im feelin same skksh) "Sometimes both," he answered honestly, "it really depends on the situation. I'm not "The God" that most people refer to, and generally, I don't claim to be. No, posing as someone else's god can get quite nasty. Nor would I claim to be a god. Nobody worships me, and very rarely do I demand such things. In the moment, I'm but a very weird looking man." He reclined further, twisting his head a bit to nudge his horn comfortably into the mess of coins he'd taken up seating on. What a lovely setting to have a conversation in, he thought as he glanced around at the piles and piles of glistening gold. Could put a hoarder's home to shame, geez. He hummed at his returning question, squinting thoughtfully and lifting his hand to stroke a beard that didn't exist. "Well, your response did answer my question, but I'll bite. I don't know precisely where we are, but I do know that is no earth, no planet. I think that all anyone can do is guess and assume, aside from those that might have been here longer who may have seen the horrible embodiment of the entity orchestrating all of this madness. What I was asking, though, was if someone had given you the newbie pamphlet or whatever, and explained The Paradox House(tm) and how it works." It had been some time since he'd encountered a newbie. Then again, he could technically be considered one himself still. No, he mostly just wanted to make sure this man knew why they were sealed into a room surrounded by gold bits, and why this place was unlikely to be familiar to either of them.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 15:18:56 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa |
Po spun around the second Aizawa blinked in, heart racing, suddenly vividly aware of a person who definitely had been nowhere near just seconds before. He ran his gaze over the man, confusion evident in the slight frown spreading across his features. Had he just missed him...? He couldn't have come from nowhere, and yet...he'd never know his grace to miss something as obvious as a full grown man that near his position.
After a moment, he took a breath, drawing himself up so he stood almost exaggeratedly straight, not breaking eye contact with the stranger. There was no point hiding that he was a noble, or that he was a Lienid - both of those things would be blatantly obvious to anyone who laid eyes on him thanks to his jewelry and complexion. The man looked like a mercenary or assassin, and the thought crossed his mind that he'd been kidnapped, perhaps for ransom...but the man's thoughts indicated he hadn't seen him before. So he couldn't have been his target...
His heart skipped a beat as his mind went to what he'd been doing last he could remember. Who he'd been with.
"Who are you?" he demanded, voice sharp with a childish anxiety that was poorly disguised as bravado. "Where is my brother?" He was careful to mind his grace as he spoke, determined to catch every thought that might tell him an answer.
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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 25, 2019 15:37:50 GMT -5
Aizawa | Living Room | Po
"Aizawa," he said, wondering if he was going to have to introduce himself to every new manifestation here. Though he supposed it would be a dead give away if strangers knew him here. Whoever was creating this hallucination was being rather clever so far. However the longer this went on, the more likely they were to make a mistake. Until they did, he would simply have to rely on the manifestations. Aizawa studied the boy, taking in the obvious fear and the striking eyes. Not quirkless then, he thought, though that failed to tell him much. Some of the others here weren't even human. This boy could be like them. He noted the brother, deciding to write that down when he broke free of the hallucination. It seemed like the type of minor detail that could be forgotten or altered. Aizawa shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, capture weapon shifting with the movement. "I don't know. What's his name?"
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 16:00:14 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
Po's head hurt.
What on earth was he going on about? He'd expected something...well...sensible, whether or not it led him to Skye. But the second he'd started asking questions, the man's line of thought had descended into chaos - flashes of imagery he didn't understand at all, and lots of rambling on about manifestations and hallucinations. If he was keeping all the thoughts straight...he didn't even think he was real. Perhaps...these were not the thoughts of someone who was entirely sane.
He relaxed just a little, then...he didn't know about Skye. He might be mad, but mad was better than a kidnapper or assassin who was after his brother. Mad he could deal with. Well...probably. The man question was why was he here? And what could he possibly want with the youngest Prince of Lienid?
He narrowed his eyes at the man, trying to think through the barrage of confusion that was being thrown at him through his thoughts. "His name is Faun," he lied, not wanting to give him any ideas on the off chance that he didn't know who he was speaking to. "He was with me when...I came here. Did you see him on your way in?" He tried to keep his tone even - if he was dealing with a madman, better not to do anything that might set him off.
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Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 25, 2019 16:12:01 GMT -5
Aizawa | Living Room | Po
Faun. Noted. "Nope," he said. "People usually come here alone." He might not understand it, but the House never really seemed to have more than one person from a certain 'world' at a time. Why on earth they would make a hallucination so complicated made no sense to him. Maybe they didn't have anything better to do? Still, this boy was becoming nervous. It was obvious in the way he moved and spoke. Aizawa swallowed a groan, wishing that annoying dog would appear to explain the backstory behind the hallucination. She certainly seemed to enjoy it.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 16:21:51 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
"Hm."
Po collapsed loosely into the nearest beanbag chair, frowning as he tried to work it all out. To an outside perspective, it seemed that he was ignoring Aizawa completely, leaving himself wide open to attack, but of course, his grace was tuned into his every movement. He just...needed to think. The man...Aizawa...wasn't lying, which was good and bad. It meant he didn't have Skye, but it also meant that Po still had no idea where he'd gone. Or if he was alright. He winced internally as he registered Aizawa's observation - mad or not, he was sharp enough to note the nervousness he'd been trying to mask. And wait...dog?? How could a dog give any kind of...
He stopped, shaking his head, He needed to stop trying to dissect this man's thoughts. It was giving him a terrible headache. So instead, he twisted in his chair, finally giving the other his full attention again. "You said people usually come here alone...who brings them? You? Your leader?"
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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 25, 2019 16:48:24 GMT -5
Aizawa | Living Room | Po There was one answer, Aizawa thought as Po turned away from him, ignoring him completely. Supposedly. Nobody as nervous as him would leave themself open to attack unless they were certain in their ability to prevent it. Which meant he was being monitored somehow. Eyes narrowing, Aizawa considered him. Mind reading, enhanced senses, heightened reflexes- all were options. Invincibility or something akin to that was off the table. The boy wouldn't be so nervous unless he could be injured. And he still didn't know this particular manifestation's name. Barely avoiding rolling his eyes at Po's question, Aizawa sunk lower into his capture weapon. That was what he was trying to figure out. "I don't know."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 16:58:53 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa |
It took every ounce of self control for Po's shock and dismay not to show on his face as he picked up every word of Aizawa's musings. Stupid, stupid, stupid...he couldn't seem to stop messing up with this man. First he detected his nervousness with ease, and now he was speculating on his grace, striking uncomfortably close to home by guessing that it was a sensory grace rather than anything else. Suddenly, he wished he was home...his mother would know what to say. She'd have words for him later, for coming so close to exposing his secret, but she'd know how to get him out of this. She always did.
Calm down. Don't panic, he reminded himself, trying to return his attention to the present. Heightened reflexes were one of his guesses. He wasn't exposed yet. All was not lost. He just had to be very, very careful from now on.
And he couldn't keep the surprise off his face at Aizawa's next words. He'd said he didn't know who brought them here....and he wasn't lying. He certainly hadn't expected that. Twisting even further in his chair, he leaned forward a little, staring at the man with a renewed intensity. "What? You don't know? So you woke up here, like me?"
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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 25, 2019 17:09:34 GMT -5
Aizawa | Living Room | Poor Po
Interest flickered through Aizawa as Po tensed. His gaze traveled around the room. Nobody else was here. He hadn't moved. There hadn't been any sounds. His gaze returned to Po. That certainly narrowed it down. Mindreader.The thought was sent pointedly at Po, full of conviction. Beneath the conviction, however, it was a test. If Po was a mindreader, Aizawa assumed there would be a reaction, given how jumpy he was. If not, well, no harm done. He just would have eliminated a possibility.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 17:17:30 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
Po went very still, making his expression as neutral as possible as the word reverberated through his skull like an electric shock. Mindreader.
He was done. Through. The moment he'd dreaded ever since he could remember was upon him...someone knew. And soon, everyone would. What could he possibly do...his father's anger would turn to his mother, first...gods knew she didn't deserve that...
But then, with that line of thought, his mind began to dwell on his mother. He could still salvage this. He could. He could almost hear her voice now. You're clever, Po. Don't give up. Think on your feet. Lie with not only your voice, but with your face, and with your whole body.
Then, something seemed to shift in his eyes, and he tilted his head a little, raising his eyebrows at Aizawa in a careful imitation of annoyance, or maybe confusion. "Hey, did you hear me?" he asked, voice a little hoarse but recovering quickly. "Did you wake up here, like me? Or did you come here yourself?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 25, 2019 17:41:19 GMT -5
Rue | Time Warped Living Room | Aizawa Rue spun around as an unfamiliar voice sounded behind her. She didn’t recognize the man watching her, which meant she didn’t know whether to start looking for escape routes or not. Which meant she was going to start looking for escape routes. Better safe then dead. “My name’s Rue. Who are you?” She answered slowly, her eyes flicking from him to the room around him, then back again. She knew there was only one way out, but still, there was more than one way to get there, right? And maybe she wouldn’t even have to. He didn’t look like he wanted to kill her....
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 25, 2019 17:43:25 GMT -5
Po | Living Room | Aizawa
Po was annoyed, now, as well as a bit curious. Aizawa was shutting him out of his mind on purpose - not many people had the mental discipline to do that so effectively. Did that mean he hadn't fallen for it? Or was he just continuing the test?
Well...either way, he supposed it didn't matter. He just had to play dumb. He wasn't supposed to have a mindreading grace, which meant to him, this should just be a stranger who was staring him down instead of answering any of his questions. So he continued the ruse, tilting his head a little and frowning in puzzlement as Aizawa remained steadfastly silent. "Uhh...are you alright?" he asked, reaching out a hand and waving it as if he were testing to see if he was still in there somewhere. "Can you hear me at all?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 25, 2019 18:38:25 GMT -5
Who? Me? Testing things out? Neeeeeeeever.))
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 25, 2019 19:56:01 GMT -5
Go Mint Go ))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 25, 2019 20:08:52 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. "Ah," said The Doctor as someone blinked in. "Who are ya?" She blinked and then then turned back to the bookshelf that she had taken a book from. She placed the book back on the shelf and then added, "Yar preening." As if he wasn't going to be aware of this fact. Her expression was neutral, so maybe the actions of Vincent wasn't that surprising or at least wasn't something she had faced before. (Short whoopsy.)
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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 25, 2019 21:16:05 GMT -5
Aizawa | Time Warped Living Room | Rue
"Aizawa," he said, turning away and moving to slump down on the couch. Partially to be less intimidating, partially because if he wasn't going to be filling out reports, he might as well rest. His gaze went to her as he considered the face paint. Certainly not something a child would ask for for fun. Too much detail, too carefully done. Instead it reminded him of camouflage. Why would such a young child need camouflage? --
Aizawa | Living Room | Po "Hm." Aizawa blinked and straightened. Pulling his eye drops out, he tilted his head back and squeezed them in. Blinking a few times, he said, "This place appears sometimes. I don't have a say in it." Still careful to block off his thoughts, he considered Po. He wasn't sure, but his gut said something was off. He didn't get a bad vibe from the boy, so perhaps it was an innocent, non mind reading power. He would keep an eye on him though. The truth would come out eventually, and by then he would have made a decision about the boy's trustworthiness. "Ah- the Paradox House," he said, Cheshire cat grin appearing. "That's the name of it."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 25, 2019 22:27:59 GMT -5
Vince. | coin hunt | Shadepelt15Vincent lifted his eyebrows at the answer, feeling as though the man was pulling his leg. “Archie, then?” He proposed, smiling sweetly. He brought his index finger to his lips, looking at the ground coyly while Archie answered. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the mention of an...entity. He’d heard conversations where the house had personified, but the more time he spent here the more he realized that it was a common belief that something conscious was behind this. No one he’d ever talked to had seemed certain of that, however, and most accounts in favor of the theory were just drawn from speculation. He chuckled, nodding as Archie clarified. “I believe I’ve heard what you’re referencing, yes. Unless you have information more enlightening - but with what I’ve heard, perhaps you should just save your breath.” He turned looking out across the room. Without saying anything he stepped away a few paces, finding and grabbing a collection of gold chains. He lifted them all at once, various gems sparkling as they rose from their place in the pile, a ring or two falling from the mass of jewelry as he moved it around. Suddenly dropping the collection he bent over to pick up a neatly engraved tiara - gold like the rest of the room. He turned it curiously, smiling down at it slightly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 26, 2019 3:30:48 GMT -5
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?” Hum. She hadn't answered his question. He wondered if she had just missed it or if it had been purposeful. He made a mental note to ask the question again at a later date. He liked that she sounded hopeful - Kid liked the optimism - but he wondered why it sounded slightly ... desperate. No. No, that wasn't right. But there was a note of hopefulness that didn't resemble that of others he had heard before. "Perhaps," he said. "We'd have to see, now wouldn't we?" He made no promises that he couldn't keep. Anyway, she'd asked her own personal question. Kid stopped working one glove over his hand and instead allowed his chin to tilt a couple degrees to the left. He wondered if she'd noticed the slight bow to his arm where it hadn't properly healed ... but figured that if she had then she had probably thought the hands were the least awkward thing to ask about. "They are hard to maneuver at times," Kid said, a bit of hesitation in his voice to be talking about things like that. "But they have healed." About as much as they were ever going to. "Thank you for your concern, however." He allowed a small, true smile on his lips. He meant it. "You had other questions?" he pressed. She seemed like a curious girl.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 26, 2019 11:46:33 GMT -5
Vincent | Living Room | mintedstar/furVincent smiled as she spoke, eyeing her up and down with his fingers still in his hair. “Call me Vincent,” he answered, hands falling at his side when she turned her back to him. He lifted his eyebrows at her next statement, chuckling to himself. “Perhaps,” he drawled, stepping closer to examine the work she was doing on the shelf. He didn’t ask for her name, instead he watched her hands, a curious look on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked, hands behind his back now. (s h o r t)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 26, 2019 14:55:23 GMT -5
Rue | Time Warped Living Room | Aizawa “Um...nice to meet you.” Rue said hesitantly. She let herself relax a little as he sat down, because that probably meant he wasn’t planning on attacking her. Not right now, anyway. She stayed standing though, just in case. “Are you okay?” She went on before she could stop herself, then paused, because she wasn’t sure whether that was prying or not. She didn’t really have the opportunity to talk much at home, and she had even less where she was now, so it was hard to tell what she was allowed to ask and what she wasn’t. Not to mention the countless universes she had to take into account here. It made her head hurt. “I mean, you look tired, that’s all.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 26, 2019 15:04:42 GMT -5
Well, that wasn’t a solid no, anyway, which gave Rue a trickle of hope. Maybe that meant she could learn whatever it was he’d done in time to use it in the Games. Probably not, but she hadn’t survived this long by giving up, and she wasn’t about to start now. The it was the other kids she had to worry about, which meant she had to think like a kid to outsmart them. Which was easy, for the simple reason that she was, in fact, also a kid. She was right. There had been something up with his hands. Rue wondered what he meant by “healed” if he was still having trouble with them, then chided herself, because hadn’t she seen enough scars by now to recognize what they looked like? Kid’s hands would never work the same again, she was willing to bet that much. She let herself wonder what had happened to him, but asking seemed a bit too invasive...at least until he invited more questions. “What happened?” She asked simply, nodding to his hands. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I know what scars look like.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 26, 2019 19:20:14 GMT -5
Rue | Time Warped Living Room | Aizawa Rue hesitated. She supposed she’d been asking for it, it was only natural for him to return the simple question, but...she still hadn’t expected it. How could she say she was okay? She wasn’t. And she wasn’t going to be, either. But this was her escape from that, and she didn’t want to ruin it. She bit her lip, torn between being truthful and saying what she desperately wanted to be true. “I’m okay.” She said finally. She sounded like she was being strangled, and she glanced away, not quite meeting his eyes as she said it. “I’m fine. Do you want to go in a room?”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Oct 26, 2019 23:34:07 GMT -5
Archie | Coin Hunt | ~∂єѕтιиу"That'll do! Mind if I call you Vincy?" he asked lightly, grinning up at him and watching his movements intently. Creepy? Without a doubt. He wasn't subtle about it either. Not that he cared to be, he found watching people to be interesting. And this guy was interesting to hell and back. Secretive, but not hostile. Reminded him of someone else he knew once a long time ago and by the gods he almost started crying real tears. Rather, little amethysts poured in liquid down his face, solidifying after they left his chin and joining the other riches of the room. The occurrence lasted only a moment, and once it was done he lifted from his position and began floating after his new play thing. "I'm sure what I have to discuss will be nothing of interest to you, not for that particular topic. Not beyond the occasional comment of awe and the hilarity of a situation and intrigue it inspires," he chuckled. Lifting over his head, higher and higher he went in an effort to look over all the piles. There were quite a few. Smirking, he mumbled, "Silly house, how dare you hoard such riches when people die so many other places?" Just then he whipped around to face Vincent with a wild look in his eyes and an almost maniacal grin. "Wouldn't it be cool if all of this was stuff the house has collected from people its killed? How many people do you think it would take for all this to add up?"
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Oct 27, 2019 1:13:20 GMT -5
| Enjolras | | M&M Room |
The Frenchman spared a side glance to the going ons of Myrnin and Vincent as the pair once again got into... whatever they were getting into. He recovered his breath, standing and going over to the group, flashing a withering yet wary gaze at Daud. Enjolras listened to the tape, eyebrows furrowing at the unfamilar song, though he winced at the sound of the snap.
"If we're a jury, we can choose to drop charges." Enjolras said aloud, nodding at Touka. After Daud's comment, he added, "Even if we have to proclaim someone guilty of the crime, shouldn't we be able to have a say in the outcome? Of course, this is the House, but if we have the chance..."
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 3:31:33 GMT -5
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.” "I'm sorry," Kid said, and he meant it. There might have been some sympathy in his voice, but it was very light. Mostly, there was just understanding. He had lost people before - most notably his father. But for Sherlock there was a slight difference. Sherlock didn't have a lot of people to call friends. He could have been slightly offended that Sherlock considered John and Mary his only friends in the world. He liked to think that he was Sherlock's friend. And yet, he had to smile because it was good that Sherlock could say he had friends. Even if one wasn't alive anymore. "I see." There was a long pause to follow. There was a lot of baggage by the sound of it. A lot of things which Sherlock didn't want to talk about. Kid wished he could allow the questions to rest. "Why do you think it was your fault?" he said, words softer than he had intended them to be. "I'm not sure what the House wants from you either ..." He wished he did. He wished there was a way he could move the target. But he also knew that there wasn't any way he could help Sherlock if he didn't know what was happening. And he ... knew that he hadn't known what was happening with Sherlock for a long time. He still vaguely remembered the first room he had ever been in. He had seen something of Sherlock's greatest fear - or worst memory - but he had never questioned it. He had never asked if the man was okay. Sherlock always seemed like he was capable of going without worrying about such things. Maybe that had been foolish of Kid to believe.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 27, 2019 4:53:37 GMT -5
"I was just passin' time," said The Doctor. "I already know the books are blank." She looked over her shoulder at Vincent, saying, "Nice to meet ya." Allowing one of her own eyebrows lifted and she said, "What do ya know about the books?" Her question simply seemed to be one of curiosity. She moved away from the shelves. Vincent hadn't asked for a name and she hadn't supplied one. That didn't mean she was avoiding giving one. She just hadn't thought of it. Instead, she considered the living room at large. "And where are ya blinking in from?" she added, finding it all very curious. Most of the humanoids seemed to come from Earth, or so she had found so far. But this wasn't universally true. She wondered if it was or it wasn't for Vincent.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 27, 2019 10:00:11 GMT -5
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.” "I'm sorry," Kid said, and he meant it. There might have been some sympathy in his voice, but it was very light. Mostly, there was just understanding. He had lost people before - most notably his father. But for Sherlock there was a slight difference. Sherlock didn't have a lot of people to call friends. He could have been slightly offended that Sherlock considered John and Mary his only friends in the world. He liked to think that he was Sherlock's friend. And yet, he had to smile because it was good that Sherlock could say he had friends. Even if one wasn't alive anymore. "I see." There was a long pause to follow. There was a lot of baggage by the sound of it. A lot of things which Sherlock didn't want to talk about. Kid wished he could allow the questions to rest. "Why do you think it was your fault?" he said, words softer than he had intended them to be. "I'm not sure what the House wants from you either ..." He wished he did. He wished there was a way he could move the target. But he also knew that there wasn't any way he could help Sherlock if he didn't know what was happening. And he ... knew that he hadn't known what was happening with Sherlock for a long time. He still vaguely remembered the first room he had ever been in. He had seen something of Sherlock's greatest fear - or worst memory - but he had never questioned it. He had never asked if the man was okay. Sherlock always seemed like he was capable of going without worrying about such things. Maybe that had been foolish of Kid to believe. Sherlock hadn’t intended to exclude Kid, but he didn’t notice that he had, either. Everything in his head was jumbled, disorganized, and it was bothering him. Of course it was his fault. He was beginning to genuinely suspect everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was, really. “John and Mary had a child.” He began. His hands were actually shaking, but his voice was finally close to steady as he forced himself to explain, out loud, exactly what mess he had caused. “Probably the smartest little girl in the world. John, my blogger -“ He corrected himself. ”- friend. He said he trusted me. He said he always had, even when I was spiraling and the world was folding in on itself. Even when I barely trusted myself. he gave a bitter chuckle. “It’s my fault Mary’s gone. I should have protected her. John and I both know that, but still, he continued to trust me, continued to believe every word I said, even when I lied to his face. He said I took his trust in both hands and smashed it.” He was reciting what he’d been told, but he might as well have been using his own words. He knew he wasn’t falsely accused this time. This time, he was the one to blame for every disgusted look thrown at him, every angry word, or worse; every glance that tore at him because those eyes used to watch him in awe. Stunned by his achievements. His intellect. “I lost the girl.” He said finally, and his voice was flat and almost cold. “I was watching her. I was supposed to be protecting her, and they took her away without a fight. When they came to 221b Baker Street, I was trying to solve a puzzle, crack the case before John came back. They must have knocked her out or she would have screamed when the carried her away right out from under me. I don’t know where she is now, I don’t even know if she’s alive, because I can’t solve anything when it actually matters.”He snorted and turned away. If anyone was watching, they would have seen him brush angrily at his eyes, then tilt his head back with a short, harsh laugh. “So there you go, Kid. There you go, House. You wanted a confession, there it is. I could defend myself, plead guilty because ‘I didn’t mean to’.” His voice went up several octaves as he mocked himself. “But it happened anyway, and I didn’t stop it, so what good does pleading innocent do anyone?”
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