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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 22, 2021 0:21:02 GMT -5
Izaya | Living Room | everyone “Izaya Orihara.” Izaya spoke up, a smile spreading across his features. He walked towards the girl, slowly. “And what if we did bring you here? Or one of us? What would that mean...for....you?” He didn’t stop approaching, still smiling. He looked like he was enjoying this, and there was no trace of the confusion one might have expected from a newcomer in his eyes. He looked over at the other person, a man, how old? Hard to say. Possibilities flitted through his mind like butterflies, coming and going as he sprang and grabbed them, gleefully unraveling each one and considering it. It was the very fact that he had no idea what was happening that excited him. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 0:44:00 GMT -5
One thing became clear to Percival pretty quickly and that was he was confused and the girl was confused and this "Izaya Orihara" was a terror. He stopped panicking for long enough to reach out, and make a grab for Izaya Orihara's arm. At human speed, to be clear. He didn't have reason to believe otherwise. The girl's hands had glowed, a part of his brain pointed out. He set that aside. "Don't include me in you're 'we,'" he hissed. "I had nothing to do with this, but if you want to have the decency to explain, I'm sure we're both all ears." His eyes narrowed quite a bit. "Because it looks to me like you're causing a lot more harm than good, yes?" |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 22, 2021 1:14:58 GMT -5
Izaya | Living Room | all The moment the other man moved, Izaya dodged, spinning and hopping backwards, his smile turning into a full grin.. “Oooh, a protector! Scary.” He said, though his tone was far from scared. He seemed, if anything, even more amused. “What makes you think I know any more than you do?” He added, spreading his arms as if to show he was unarmed, only he still held the knife in one hand. “If I do, what are you going to do about it?” He turned, pointing at the girl. “Interesting that you don’t suspect her,” he added. “Or that she doesn’t suspect you. But then...that wouldn’t be any fun, would it?” He turned back to the man, letting his arms fall to his sides again. He was still grinning a little, but it wasn’t a particularly nice expression. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 22, 2021 1:51:54 GMT -5
“Come back here! Thief!” a voice shouted as a boy of around 14 raced down the street away from the market stalls. He’d only tried to take some bread- and he’d dropped it and ran as soon as he’d been seen- but that didn’t seem to matter to the person chasing him. Though he’d always lived in Kirro, this part of the city was new to him and he wasn’t really sure where he was anymore. If he could just get away, maybe he could find Ezekiel and Inaria again. He skidded to a halt as the road came to an intersection, just in time to avoid being run over by a carriage, then took off again down the narrower side road. The shouts were growing more distant. Almost there...
Without warning, the entire world shifted around him and Xander stumbled to a halt, grabbing a bookcase to avoid tumbling into the group of people standing in front of him, as the sunny afternoon street fell away to be replaced with the interior of a poorly lit building. He took a step back, icy blue eyes wide in confusion as he looked between the three people in front of him. He didn’t recognize any of them and they were a bit oddly dressed... and one of them had a knife. Instinctively, he reached for his own. It was just an old dull knife that he’d found on the street, but at least at was something. “Just to be clear...” he said hesitantly with a nervous smile as he glanced between the three strangers again, “This... has nothing to do with an angry baker, right?” It seemed highly unlikely, but since he had no idea what it really was, it seemed worth a try.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 22, 2021 1:56:29 GMT -5
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 22, 2021 3:02:08 GMT -5
Living room | Anyone Yet another new face joined the expanding number of newbies blinking into the living room. This one appeared seated on the couch, casually reclining back with his crossed legs resting, a bit improperly perhaps, on the table in front of him. Propped open in one hand was a book compiling various myths and legends about the deity Mot, which he had been in the middle of attentively scrolling through... If it weren't for the fact he was now dead asleep, his head slumped forward with his reading material about to follow suit right out of its loosening perch. Nothing about this stranger was particularly stand outish, from his build to his simple choice of clothes, which was exactly how he prefered it. One thing that did however, was the feathery mane of light grey, borderline white, hair that tumbled from his head to the end of his back. The front was quite long too, and always had to be pinned up so it was out of the way. Despite his change of setting, new spot on a much less comfortable seat, and the heated conversation going on nearby, the new blinker didn't stir much, if at all. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 3:22:34 GMT -5
"It is!" Sam agreed, relaxing into the snow just a bit more. This really was something he could enjoy. The cloudy sky was keeping him safe from whatever lay beyond it. He looked up and found himself frowning just a little. Just to help out, he turned his head to look at Nico instead. There. The young vampire smiled. "I'd like to do something fun with you again," he said lightly. "This was really great." He found it almost near impossible to sit up again and everything felt stiff. He frowned as he straightened up. "Uh. Are you supposed to get this stiff when it's cold?" Or was it just him? He got the impression it was probably the latter, but he wasn't sure what he could do about it. There wasn't much else to note other than the fact his clothing only seemed to be doing so much. "Uh. I should get inside," he said with some hesitation. Would Nico think it was silly for him to do that? |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 5:13:48 GMT -5
Percival | Living Room | Anyone currently with a newbie "Excuse me," said Percival, with absolutely no hint he was actually trying to be polite. "I assumed you were stepping outside your boundaries. Now I just realize you're a creep. I have no opinions on her, but last I checked you were the one sneering." Percival had adjusted his stance so he could see both the girl and the abrasive man, but this also gave him a very clear view of people just popping into existence out of nothing. Hurriedly, he took several steps back and bristled a bit more. Then he waved his hands a bit. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, gesturing first at the guy with a knife and then at the one on the sofa. "That's not normal. Will someone explain. Now!" He looked back and forth from face to face, but there didn't seem to be any hints just yet. |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jan 22, 2021 10:12:28 GMT -5
“Yeah!” Nico called at Sol, moving forward. “I… I didn’t expect them all to fall down,” he admitted, sounding rather ashamed of himself. He should have known that would happen with how erratically the plane was moving. “So… while they’re all trying to fly the plane we should probably make sure we survive if they fail.” He was still breathing rather hard, but he was more focused on making sure they survived than he was on his own panic. “Put… put your head through the hole in the middle,” He suggested, getting close enough to pull one closer to himself. Was he still technically a child? Would the child safety device fit him? Well… he would have to try it for now. He tried to put it on, then pulled on the cord that said “pull here.” It immediately inflated. He stumbled a few moments later, falling into a chair a few feet away, but he found the inflated vest at least made his landing a little bit softer. Now they just needed to find the adult ones. Solaris | Plane room | strider | Okay, so this dude wasn't pretending like everything was gonna just be fine. That was a good start, cause with who had just gone to try to fly the plane, crashing seemed like pretty much the most likely thing to happen. "What is this even for?" she questioned, pulling it over her head and fastening the straps around her waist. Okay...it was like a little plastic shirt. Why...? She looked up, startled at an unfamiliar whoosh sound coming from where Nico had been a second ago. "What was that sound?" she asked, pointing. "The pffffffsh." |
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Post by dawn on Jan 22, 2021 13:07:11 GMT -5
living room | everyone Terra's eyes narrowed, and she looked between the two at their back and forth. She didn't trust the Izaya guy, but...should she be wary of the other man too? Everything could just be an act. She couldn't let her guard down at all, she had no idea where she was or who anyone was. Everyone was going to be suspicious. Seeing Izaya's knife had her hands spark with light again, though still nothing came of it.
"Whoa!" When a boy, probably about the same age as herself, literally stumbled into existence next to everyone, Terra fell backwards as she slid down against the wall. As Percival expressed the overhanging thoughts out loud, she watched his gestures and spotted the next person over on a couch, somehow keeping oblivious to whatever madness that kept crashing over the room. Terra remained just as confused as Percival, and she felt herself becoming fed up with it all. "Augh, does no one know anything?!" she shouted, her fists pounding the floor. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 22, 2021 14:45:51 GMT -5
Izaya | Living Room | everyone When more people blinked in, Izaya turned, taking them all in, his expression difficult to read. While everyone freaking out certainly held his amusement for a long few moments, and while he was fascinated to see what all the chaos was about and what had happened, he couldn’t help noticing that there were other things to catch his eye. Things like the door. “Explain...?” He repeated, focusing on Percival for a long moment. A smirk crossed his features, lifting them. He shrugged. “Maybe you should try exploring a little on your own. There’s the door. Why not see what’s on the other side?” His smirk deepened. Would anyone here risk opening a door when they had no idea what had happened or where they were? |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 22, 2021 18:01:26 GMT -5
[[ Xander || Living Room || everyone ]] Xander took a step backward and shrugged in response to the two asking for an explanation. “I was just running down the street and then suddenly I’m here…” he trailed off. It didn’t make sense. Did he fall and hit his head on something? Was he imagining the whole thing? He wasn’t sure why he’d be imagining something this random though, no one here even looked like they were from Kirro, including the guy sleeping on the couch. Wait, had he even been there a second ago? There’s the doorWhat? Xander turned to look where the guy with the much sharper looking knife was pointing. Sure enough, there was a door. He’d been so distracted by all the strangers that he hadn’t really gotten a very good look at his new surroundings. Was it possible that he’d run into the building by accident and someone had closed the door..? Probably not, but again, he didn’t really have a better explanation. He glanced between the others again, slowly stepping back toward the door. He wasn’t sure about them and he especially didn’t trust the guy with the knife, but he wanted to know what was going on. |
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jan 22, 2021 21:34:23 GMT -5
Living room | Everyone It wasn't all the yelling that finally wrest the sleeping stranger from his nap, nor the physical ruckus the others were making. It had nothing to do with them really. It was the loud thump of a heavy tome hitting the floor, after finally sliding straight out of his grip. Taking a long breath, he slowly rejoined the land of the living, sitting up and straightening himself out with a long audible stretch. There was absolutely no sense of urgency in his motions, despite knowing he'd just dropped a book worth twice it's weight in... whichever currency was being used in this part of the world now. "Hmm. I was always under the impression that the historical sections of these buildings were the most tranquil?" He commented languidly, partially thinking out loud. Only now, despite the fact it'd been going on for a little while, was he even aware that a heated conversation was happening nearby. Unable to deny a budding curiosity, he turned to peer back towards where the voices came from, idly draping an arm across the top of the couch's back. His eyes, which had still been closed up till now, sleepily blinked open, revealing a frosty blue gaze alight with interest that now rested on the other blinkers. It was then, he realized, that he didn't recognize where he was, immediately causing him to glance around and take in more of the area. This, obviously, wasn't the same place he'd fell asleep, and something here felt... Off. Normally he could sense traces of both sides, no matter where he went in the world, but here? There was no sign of either. The stranger returned to observing the others in the room, a few of whom seemed to share his uncertainties. Although they were displaying it in a more, er... frustrated way? Wondering if he could be of any assistance, he pushed himself up to head on over, retrieving his book, and stepping around the couch. "Greetings!" He hummed as he approached, wearing one of his usual, laid back smiles. "I hope I'm not intruding on you all!" |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 22, 2021 22:58:35 GMT -5
[[ Arlo (1) || Plane Crash || everyone but mainly hawk and dawn]] Arlo’s visible eye scanned over the controls as they came into view, trying to focus them and not look at the window. Though it wasn’t quite the same as the plane she’d been in last time, it was close enough that she thought she might be able to figure it out as long as she didn’t panic, but the all too familiar scene was making her stomach churn and her mind spin, even more so when she caught sight of the waves crashing below outside. Just like last time… A voice caught her attention and she forced herself to focus on the other blonkers before she could be dragged back into the memories she’d been trying to avoid. This must be Kel, he looked oddly familiar but she wasn’t about to try to figure out how when they were rocketing toward the ocean. At his pun, Arlo let out a nervous laugh, remembering when she’d said the exact same thing to Kaito only a couple weeks ago. “I said that last time too...” and then I died. She kept the last bit in her head. It probably wasn’t the best thing to mention when you were about to attempt flying another plane. “If… if I remember- Rae?” She started to reach toward Rae as she fell, but stopped when her cloth-wrapped hand was a few inches away. “Y-you alright?” The question sounded stupid as soon as it left her mouth. Of course she wasn’t alright. None of them were alright. None of them would be alright if they didn’t find a way to fix this. Maybe the House would bring them back, but they would still die first and she didn’t want them to die. Not again. Arlo nodded quickly to Rae’s question, trying not to overthink it. At least she’d seen someone else fly a plane before. She scrambled over to the controls Rae had pointed to, trying not to lose her balance as the plane shook around them and she felt the bizarre but unfortunately familiar feeling, a bit as if she was going to fall up into the ceiling. Reaching the controls, she tried to remember what Jasper had done and attempted to do the same, her gaze flitting between the controls, the window and the other blinkers as she did so. Please work please work…“This reminds me a bit,” she said, trying to avoid being overwhelmed by the current situation, “of that time with the motorcycle- back during the rift.” She wasn’t sure if Rae, in her panic, would even remember what she was talking about, and she knew Kel wouldn’t know since he hadn’t been there that long ago. |
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Post by strider on Jan 22, 2021 23:14:12 GMT -5
A small boy blinked in, dark hair growing into his eyes, a smile plastered across his face as he practically bounced up and down. “I wanna see!” he called, his excitement fading for a moment as he realized the gondola had disappeared from under his feet and whatever he’d been trying to see wasn’t there either. Oh. This was the place where he’d gotten to ride a dragon! He looked around excitedly, hoping to catch a glimpse either of the boy he’d ridden with or the dragon they’d seen. There didn’t seem to be either, here. He was alone. The boy rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to shake some of the fear he felt. Someone nice would appear eventually, right? That was what had happened last time… his fingernails dug into his palms, just enough to apply pressure and ground him. He’d gone home last time, he’d go home this time. And maybe… maybe this time he’d find proof, so Bianca would believe him! Determined, he moved towards the book case and grabbed one of the books, hoping to find a page in a language Bianca didn’t know, so he could show her proof.. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 22, 2021 23:33:54 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | striderKelsier blinked in, lying down, staring at the ceiling. He was lost in thought, though he wasn’t completely sure what exactly he was thinking about. It could have been a lot of things. Or maybe nothing. Either way, it slid away from him as he appeared, the House being nice enough to drop him on the couch rather than the floor. He sat up slowly, pushing his hair back from his face and glanced around, checking for blinkers. There was a kid there....it took him a moment. He was about to raise a hand in greeting, a smile on his face, when he recognized him. Nico. He almost called his name, but he stopped himself in time, because this Nico...this Nico didn’t know him. “Hello.” He said after a long moment, smiling at him. “My name is Kelsier.” How old was this version of him? Had he blinked in before? Had he been hurt here? Did he remember this? Kelsier had too many questions, and he knew the only person here couldn’t answer any of them. |
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Post by strider on Jan 22, 2021 23:55:30 GMT -5
Nico dropped the book as he heard someone else’s voice, though he immediately relaxed once the man smiled. The book had landed with some of the pages facing up, all blank. Shame. He’d have to find something else to show Bianca to prove he wasn’t making this place up. “Hello,” Nico returned, carefully picking up the book and putting it back on the shelf. His voice was different from normal, and not just because he was younger. It wasn’t so much an accent as a completely different cadence of speaking. He looked different, too. His skin was much tanner, and there were no dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps most conspicuously, there were no scars marring his skin. He looked up at Kelsier with big, dark eyes, his own smile coming a little more shyly. “My name is Nico,” he returned, almost immediately forgetting all of the lessons his mother had drilled into his head about being polite to adults. You weren’t supposed to look at them. You were supposed to look at the ground and only speak when addressed, and… “Does the scar on your eye hurt?” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 23, 2021 0:07:03 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | striderKelsier noticed the differences immediately. The way Nico was not only younger, but different in so many other ways as well. Ah...so this was before the things he had been forced to survive. This was...when was this? Bianca would still be alive, surely. And this would have to be before he knew he was a demigod...all things to keep in mind when talking to him. And he smiled. Not that Nico never smiled at all, but...well, it wasn’t as common as Kel’s, not even close. Though, perhaps that wasn’t a good comparison. Habit more than anything made Kelsier give the kid space. He may not have been the Nico that Kelsier knew, but that just meant he was a tall stranger in a dangerous place. Best to seem as non threatening as he could. “Nice to meet you, Nico.” He replied, his smile still resting on his features. He didn’t stand. Staying closer to Nico’s height seemed a good way not to scare him. He blinked, a little caught off guard by the question, but his expression didn’t slip. “Nah,” he assured the kid, shaking his head a little. “It’s too old to hurt me.” |
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2021 0:16:21 GMT -5
Oh, right. You were supposed to say nice to meet you when you met people. And shake their hand. Nico glanced down uncertainly at his palm, wondering if it was too late for that. He had never seen the point of it. Adults grabbed too hard when they did it. Fortunately, Kelsier didn’t seem offended that Nico hadn’t shaken his hand. “Good,” he murmured, nodding with something akin to satisfaction. “It would be bad if it hurt.” He took a step closer, tilting his head and almost trying to get a better look at it. “It looks cool,” he added, almost certainly not thinking his comments through. “Didya do something dangerous to get it or was it just an accident? Bianca’s got a scar on her finger from a stapler, but it’s not nearly as cool as yours. Are you a pirate?” Nico’s eyes were huge as he asked, searching Kelsier in wonder. He looked like how Nico imagined a pirate would look. He rocked on his heels, the hem of his sweater balled up in his hands. “Are you from Venice?” he added after a moment. “My friend from before said he wasn’t from Venice.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 23, 2021 0:27:59 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | strider“Thanks.” Kelsier answered, pleased in spite of himself that Nico thought his scar looked cool. Well...it was sort of cool. He had minded his scars, once, but not now. They were as much a part of him as his hands were, they told a story. He tilted his head as Nico came closer, angling it so Nico could see the scar better if he wanted to. He considered him for a moment, deciding how much to tell him. He wanted to protect him obviously, but he wouldn’t lie to him, either. Nico, from any time, was likely to appreciate the truth. “Not a pirate, unfortunately.” He smiled. “There are some bad people in my world, and sometimes I have to fight them. That’s how I got this scar. Wounds may hurt, but scars usually don’t. Scars just mean you got hurt and you’re still alive, anyway.” He shook his head a little. He was glad the kid didn’t seem to be afraid of him, though he knew that this being the House, a little caution wouldn’t have gone amiss. “Not from Venice.” He confirmed. “Luthadel. But you wouldn’t have ever heard of that, it’s not from your world.” |
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2021 0:43:33 GMT -5
Nico nodded appreciatively at the scar, eyes wide as he looked at it in better detail. No matter what Kelsier said, it still looked like it hurt… he shook the thought away, tilting his head just a bit as he listened. “Oh,” he replied softly, thinking about what Kelsier was saying. “It’s alright you’re not a pirate,” he assured him, a smile pulling across his face. “Fighting bad people is almost as cool.” His tone was genuine, not a hint of falsehood or mockery present. None of the near-habitual sarcasm he’d picked up as he grew older. “I want scars one day,” Nico added after a long moment, puffing up his chest proudly. “I’m gonna look just as cool and brave as you do!” Especially if they didn’t hurt. He didn’t stop to think that scars came from wounds that hurt. He moved on from that thought quickly, eyes widening. “I’ve never heard of Luthadel!” he exclaimed, though Kelsier had told him he wouldn’t have. “How do you know we’re not from the same world? Do you know the name of every city in the world?” He looked up at Kelsier, searching his expression for the answer. “You must be really smart.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 23, 2021 1:01:39 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | strider“It is pretty cool.” Kelsier agreed cheerfully. He could tell it was genuine, though he didn’t mind older Nico’s sarcasm. His humor was there, if you knew where to look for it. And Kel liked to think he was learning. They really, really needed to talk. But until then, he would do his best to make friends with this version of Nico, and make sure he came to no harm. He hesitated, an unreadable look passing across his face. Nico wasn’t wrong. He would get scars. He would survive the unsurvivable. But...this Nico didn’t know what he was asking for. He didn’t know what it would cost. “Remember how I said it was too old to hurt me?” He asked gently, trying not to let the kid down. “I said that because it did hurt me, once. When I go it. Scars almost always come from bad things happening, not good things. I’m not saying scars themselves are bad. There is nothing wrong with having scars.” He hesitated, then took off his mistcloak, leaving his scarred arms clearly visible. “See? Nothing ugly about them.” He continued. “But they do hurt when you get them.” He paused, then smiled. “I don’t know that, no.” He admitted. “But I’ve talked to people from your world who do. It’s definitely a different world. Plus…” he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I have superpowers.” |
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2021 1:19:55 GMT -5
Nico didn’t think of the House as dangerous, not yet. He had only been there once before, and he’d had fun. There had been nothing dangerous, except the dragon, and the dragon had been nice. So… perhaps nothing dangerous after all. He didn’t stop to consider that Kelsier might be dangerous, too. He was nice, and he fought bad people. That automatically made him a good person in Nico’s eyes. “Oh,” Nico repeated, his smile fading and a frown settling over his expression. It made him look just a little bit more like his older self. “I don’t wanna get hurt,” he considered, sounding a little bit afraid. “But… I think if you get hurt fighting bad people… then it’s worth it, right?” He tilted his head, eyes wide as he looked at Kelsier. It seemed to him like Kelsier had all the answers. And he was an adult, but he was treating Nico like a person, so Nico quickly forgot that he was technically supposed to be extra respectful. He moved forward just a little, tentatively reaching out to touch Kelsier’s arm. It was rough where the scars were, and he let his hand rest there, tilting his head to look up at Kelsier. “You must’ve fought a lot of bad guys,” he whispered, not blinking or looking away. The impossibility of someone knowing everywhere in Nico’s world faded immediately as he heard Kelsier’s next words. “Can I see?” he asked, voice practically bubbling over with excitement, even as he tried to match Kelsier’s tone. |
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2021 1:33:29 GMT -5
Nico looked back at Sam, his smile small but genuine. “I agree,” he whispered. “This… this has been really good.” He let the silence settle over them for a few more moments, his eyes locked on Sam’s. Having a friend… that was something special. This wasn’t something he would easily forget. His smile faded a bit as he propped himself up, dusting snow off his jacket as he did so. “I guess… I get a little stiff when it’s cold,” he replied, tilting his head. That didn’t seem particularly normal, but he didn’t really know what normal was for vampires. He frowned, hoping it wasn’t serious. He did, however, think Sam had the right idea with going inside. Nico pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his pants as well before he stepped out of his snow angel and near Sam’s. “Here.” He held out his hand, offering to help Sam up. It was a huge gesture from him, a symbol of trust, almost. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to offer it, but he didn’t pull his hand back. Would Sam know what it meant? Nico didn’t think he would, but he found he didn’t mind. Maybe he’d know, one day. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jan 23, 2021 1:40:33 GMT -5
Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | striderHe would. With time, Kelsier knew even children like Nico would understand how dangerous the House was. He hoped this version of Nico didn’t blink in enough to find out. But, then again...maybe he didn’t hope that. Maybe he wanted Nico to blink in enough to make friends here. Friends he would need, in the days to come. He was certainly dangerous himself. He’d killed Nico the first time he’d met him. Threatened to do it again. Yes, he was dangerous, but he didn’t think he was dangerous to Nico, he didn’t believe he could be. He paused, considering Nico. When he answered, his tone was sincere. “I agree.” He answered quietly, nodding once. “But it’s still not a good thing, getting hurt. Even if it can be worth it, sometimes. Even if there’s nothing wrong with scars. It would still be better to avoid getting hurt, if you can. Does that make sense?” He hoped it did. He was trying to explain it as best he could, though he doubted it would do any good. Nico had done everything in his power to avoid it, after all. He didn’t care that the kid wasn’t quote unquote “respecting him”. Whatever that was supposed to mean. Since when did Kelsier himself show respect, anyway? He didn’t move away as Nico touched his arm, and he smiled to show it was okay. They had hurt once, of course. Then, as they healed, they had itched. He had scratched at them long after they stopped itching, but he didn’t do that anymore, he didn’t notice them anymore. They were a part of him. He wasn’t ashamed to have survived. “There were a lot of bad guys to fight,” he answered just as quietly, still smiling a little. “Don’t worry, though. I’m winning.” His smile deepened at the kid’s next words and he nodded, getting to his feet. “‘Course you can.” He told him, moving to the middle of the room. “Stand back.” He warned him, then dropped a coin and Pushed, shooting into the air, agile as though he were flying. He flipped, Pushing another coin away from him until it hit the wall and threw him backwards, allowing him to flip again and land against the opposite all, pushing off with his feet and flipping one more time before he landed, light on his feet, and Pulled the coins back into his hand. |
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2021 2:05:27 GMT -5
“I’m not just gonna go and get hurt,” Nico replied, just a bit of his usual snark leaking through. “But if I fight bad people and get hurt, then I might as well have proof that I tried to something good.” He was young and naïve, and probably had the wrong idea about both scars and fighting. Even the war seemed like something on a distant horizon. He knew there were good people and bad people, and as much as he fiercely loved Italy, from what he had heard, Italy was the bad guy. He shook his head, trying to clear the thought. He didn’t want to think about something that might or might not happen in his world, he wanted to focus on what he was learning here, in this new world. “I don’t think you can avoid getting hurt, sometimes,” he added, tone more somber. He was unusually perceptive for his age, though nothing materially bad had happened to him yet. “I just mean… sometimes you don’t mean to trip and skin your knee, but you do it anyway.” He was old enough to know that wasn’t really comparable to the kinds of scars Kelsier had, but it was the closest analogy he could manage. Nico’s hand fell from where it rested on Kelsier’s arm, and at least some of the concern in his eyes faded. “Good,” he said, “I like it when the good guys win.” He backed up a couple of steps as Kelsier asked him to, though he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He only had a vague idea of what super powers were supposed to be. His eyes widened as he watched Kelsier, his mouth falling open into a silent ‘o.’ “You can fly!” Nico whispered in awe as Kelsier landed. “That was so cool! Can you teach me? Please?” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2021 3:29:42 GMT -5
Percival | Living Room | All da Newbies Well, the reactions in this place were frankly infuriating and absolutely no one knew what was going on. The heartbeats Percival could hear didn't tell him anyone was lying about that. Then again, the creep was unusually calm and apparently amused by everything. His reaction to the door was put on pause in favor of glancing over at the person who'd said 'greetings.' To which Percival snapped, "You are." Then he completely ignored everyone else, and stormed toward the door. One of the other people had apparently had a similar idea and Percival almost ran into him. He growled under his breath, but just altered course enough not to hit him. He also sped up a pace so he was the first to reach the door. Dare to open it? Ha. He'd have burned it if it wouldn't have caused this lot to suspect his nature. Instead, he threw it open with so much force that he hoped it would break the hinges. It did not. He was distracted from this fact when he saw what stretched beyond the door. "What. In. The. Hell." Each word was carefully punctuated as he stared. "Where in the blazes are we?" |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Jan 23, 2021 8:50:21 GMT -5
[[ Mordecai || living room 3.0 || Wyld ]] “Hmm, maybe…” Mordecai trailed off as the crumbling stone wall he’d been looking up at was replaced with a bookcase. He quickly pulled his hood and mask up before turning to look around the room. It was the same room he’d first appeared in back when he’d met Eises, and unlike the other areas he’d seen in this ‘House’ so far, it actually looked like a room. It appeared to be empty at the moment and he couldn’t sense the energy of any nearby blinkers. He was fine with that but he didn’t think it would last, considering how it had been the last couple times. Unsure how long it would be before anyone else arrived, he flipped open one of the books from the shelf, found it’s pages empty like last time, then walked over to the doorway and looked down the hall. He hadn’t really gotten to see much of the place yet, but it was definitely interesting. |
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Post by wyldcard on Jan 23, 2021 10:25:47 GMT -5
Jason & Demon | The Living Room 3.0 | Mordecai
A red fox with horns blinked into the living room and seemed to be startled by the sudden change in environment- before seemingly relaxing a little. “Oh. Right. Back here again- okay. Uh... what should I do now?” He sat down to think, and seemingly started talking to himself, but the voice that seemed to be replying to him was most certainly different than the one he’d used before.
”You could let me take over for safety reasons while we go explore this weird building, whatever it is.” the second voice said. The fox thought for a few moments, before noticing that he wasn’t alone in the room. “Hold that thought-“ he said, as he stood up and approached the stranger a bit cautiously. “Uh... hello there!” The fox greeted him, hoping that this stranger wasn’t hostile or anything. The last thing he wanted right now was a fight, because those were always exhausting and painful.
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