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[[ Mordecai || living room 3.0 || mintedstar/fur wyldcard ]]

Mordecai looked sharply back into the living room from where he stood near the doorway when a voice spoke, and then another. At first he didn’t see anyone, then finally after hearing the first voice again, he looked down and spotted a… fox? He blinked a couple of times as he looked at the creature, confused. As far as he could tell, there was no one else there that either of the voices could have come from. Foxes didn’t usually speak where he was from, but this one did seem a bit unusual, between the horns and the fact that it seemed to have two energies, which reminded him of Eises. Was that normal here? “Hello… are you a blinker?” He was going to feel pretty silly if he’d been mistaken, but it was worth a try, and if he’d been right it would be rude to not respond.

“Whoa!” Someone else appeared and Mordecai jumped slightly. It was only his fourth time in the house and he hadn’t really seen anyone blink in yet- they were usually there already, or he wasn’t looking in the right direction when they appeared. It really did happen in the blink of an eye. That’s going to take awhile to get used to.

He raised a hand to greet the latest ‘guest’ of the House. This one looked human, though there was something unusual about his energy as well. He certainly didn’t seem surprised by suddenly being pulled from his world. “Uh, this is the fourth time I’ve been here… I think? It always looks different. I’m Mordecai,” he replied finally, then glanced at the fox again when he spoke, confirming that he had been the source of both voices and explaining the double energy he’d noticed. He’d heard of similar things happening in his world before, though he hadn’t actually met anyone similar. Or at least, he hadn’t in his life as a shade. “It’s nice to meet you all,” he said. “I’ve... only met a couple others so far.”

Just please don’t ask what I am...

Even if Sam didn't know what the hand meant, he still took it and let himself be lifted up. It was much better than what he had been trying to do before. It was a lot better than struggling with stiff legs and muscles. 
Grinned, he said, "Thanks."
Then he let go of Nico's hand and waved for him to follow him back to the Lodge. Yes, still armed and everything. But still looking brightly Sam.
As he did, more snow started to fall from the clouds above, drifting toward the ground. Slowly, little flurries of it, to replace their snow angels.

(End here?)

Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | strider

“Fair enough.” How could Kelsier argue with that? He refused to say scars were a bad thing, refused to put that idea in this Nico’s head. What was wrong with proof that you’d survived, anyway? He knew it was something plenty of people avoided, but not him. He didn’t mind scars, not anymore.
He nodded a little. The kid was right, of course, sometimes getting hurt was inevitable, and not just physically. Sometimes he thought about the fact that he hadn’t Snapped until he’d lost Mare, seen her die. Sometimes…emotional pain was much worse than physical pain, he knew. And Nico had had more than his share of both, in his short life.
“You’re right.” He agreed quietly. “Sometimes you don’t get a choice. It still hurts, but you survive it, and it gets better.”
When he landed, he looked back at Nico, smiling. “I’m called a Mistborn.” He explained, coming back over to sit on the couch again. “I can’t teach you, unfortunately. It’s something I was born with.” No need to mention Snapping. He took a coin out of his pocket and Pushed lightly, letting it hover over his hand. “But I can tell you how I do it, if you like. It’s not flying, not quite, but it’s close.”

Nico nodded, though he was too young to really understand the magnitude of what Kelsier was saying. He had never truly faced hardship. Well… other than the hardship that came with knowing that he needed to fix how he fell in love before he grew older. That wasn’t, however, his primary concern.
“Mistborn,” Nico repeated, the word unfamiliar. “I’ve never heard of a Mistborn,” he informed Kelsier solemnly, “And I know about all sorts of things.” That wasn’t to say he didn’t believe Mistborn were real – after all, Kelsier was right in front of him, and no matter what he said, Nico counted what he had just seen as flying.
“How does it work?” He asked after a moment, eagerly taking Kelsier up on his offer. Maybe he would ask Kelsier to take him flying, as soon as he knew how it worked. “You have that… is that a coin? It flies. You’re… making it fly. Hover? I don’t know the right word,” he admitted, reddening a little bit. “You used it when you were flying, too. Does the coin contain your powers? Would you still have superpowers if you lost the coin? Can I hold it?”
There was nobody to berate him for asking too many questions, and Kelsier had opened the floodgates by offering to explain.

Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | strider

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have heard of them.” Kelsier reassured Nico. “Different world. They don’t exist in yours.” He didn’t expect Nico to take his word for it, but he supposed it was better to have an explanation would didn’t fully believe than none at all.
He took out a vial of metals and held it up for the kid to see. “It’s an alcohol solution, with bits of metal in it.” He explained. “I drink it. That’s where my powers come from, metal. Different metals give me different powers when I burn them - use them after I swallow them - and I can control how much I burn them, which controls how strong they are.”
He out the vial back, not wanting to lose it in case he blinked out.
He flared steel, and the coin shot up, hitting the ceiling and staying there as if magnetic. He smiled at Nico, then stopped Pushing and let it drop back to his hand, where it rested unmoving. “I would still have superpowers even without the coin.” He assured him. “It’s something that’s internal. Nothing could take them away from me.”
He hesitated. “Well...almost nothing.” He amended. “This place can. It’s done it before. Seems to like to at the worst times.”
He didn’t mind the questions. He was, as a matter of fact, enjoying himself quite a bit.
“Here.” He handed the coin over. “It’s just a normal coin, so it won’t feel that impressive to you.” He was, however, curious to see Nico’s reaction to it.

Sol | Plane Crash | strider |

"Oh, okay," said Sol, her tone barb-free for once as she found herself pleasantly surprised at Nico's willingness to describe what was going on around them.  It was.....helpful.  Nice.  She fiddled with the string on her own life vest, but followed Nico's advice and didn't pull it.  She didn't know what inflate meant, but Nico said it got all big, and that sounded annoying.  Plus, she was pretty sure Nico took his off, so it probably was annoying.

"Look, I think you might wanna change that if to a when," she suggested, jerking one shoulder towards the control room.  "Cause we're still going down way fast, and they've been in there for like ten minutes."

Kelsier | Plane Crash | mostly Rae and Arlo

Kelsier nodded, forcing himself to concentrate on what the girl was telling him. He didn’t know the first thing about the controls, he didn’t know what they were or how to use them, and he felt like his entire body was trying to shut down, but...he would do this. He would see it through, and he would do his best to help, even if he probably was the exact wrong person for the job.
He looked up sharply as she fell, and Arlo stepped towards her. She wasn’t alright, none of them were, but he understood why she’d asked.
“Don’t apologize.” He said lightly, his voice shaking even as he let out a small laugh. “I’m right there with you.”
Admitting he was terrified was harder than he’d expected. He wanted rather desperately to pretend he wasn’t scared at all, but the panic was making that almost impossible at the moment, and he shook his head, turning back to the controls.
“Yeah, I can do that.” He said, gritting his teeth and forcing himself forward. He got into position, then grabbed the thing she had indicated and pulled it towards him, forcing the panic back as hard as he could.

Nico grinned, excitement crossing his features at the prospect of being able to ask Kelsier everything he wanted to know. The truth was he wanted to know everything, and there were already about a million questions burning at the back of his mind. About whether the only things Kelsier could do involved the coin, about what he used his superpowers for, about whether the people he fought also had superpowers, and if it was really fair to fight them if they didn’t, though he had a feeling he knew the answer to the last bit himself. Bad people were bad people, and they deserved to be taken down, even if there wasn’t a fair fight.
“I’m glad the metals don’t hurt,” he whispered, glancing at where Kelsier had put them away. “What happens if you burn it too long? What kind of sick? Does it hurt?” His eyes were wide, and he knew his mother would have reprimanded him by now for how many questions he was asking, but as long as Kelsier hadn’t asked him to stop, he figured it would probably be alright. He didn’t seem to be angering the man, at least.
“Oh,” Nico frowned, looking up at the ceiling. “Could you break through the ceiling if you put a coin on the ground and pushed up on it hard enough? Can you change how hard you push on it? How does that work? Is it like pushing a normal object, except you aren’t touching on it?” He drew just a bit nearer, excitement consuming his expression. “I think I like your superpowers,” he added, a grin spreading across his face. “I want superpowers, but I don’t think they exist in my world, not for real. We don’t have dragons either, and there was definitely a dragon here last time I was here. Or… two times ago I guess. Last time the room got lit on fire and it was scary.” He glanced up at Kelsier, frowning a bit as he thought about that. He didn’t know if the friend he had made there was alright. He hoped he was…
“Why does it hurt people?” Nico asked after a long moment, the question quieter and less eager than the others had been. “Is it mean? It’s been nice to me every time I’ve been here...” he trailed off, looking at the hallway. “I haven’t been in there, though. I’ve only been here. And maybe one other place, but I wasn’t alone, and I didn’t choose to go in there.” He sounded worried, like he thought he might have done something wrong by blinking into the room he hadn’t had a choice in.
His fingers carefully curled around the coin and he tucked it into his pocket, hoping it would be safe there. Maybe he’d get Bianca to find someplace safe for him to hide it, because he didn’t think his Father would appreciate him having currency that he hadn’t purposefully given him.
“Thank you,” he whispered almost reverently, as though he couldn’t believe Kelsier had actually agreed. “It’s cool.” He didn’t say the face on the coin looked mean. He thought Kelsier might decide to rescind the gift if he did that.

Izaya | Living Room | <Raintalon>

Izaya turned at the voice, dropping the book carelessly as he lost interest in it. He watched as the girl who had appeared realized her blink, and he didn’t flinch as the lamp shattered against the wall, didn’t react to her fury at all, actually.
Well...at least not while she was yelling.
There was a brief pause after the lamp shattered. A moment of silence.
Then the sound of clapping cut through the air.
“Tsk tsk.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Temper temper.”

Izaya | Living Room | <Raintalon>

“Izaya Orihara.” The newer blinker introduced himself, either not noticing or completely ignoring her bad mood. Probably the latter. He didn’t bother looking at the remains of the lamp, instead focusing on the angry girl. Who didn’t seem to be shocked to be here, which meant that the group he had been with before was not the first group that this had happened to. She seemed...not calm, but not surprised. This was obviously not something she didn’t understand, then.
He smirked. “Glad to see that lamp destroyed.” He continued. “Too bad you couldn’t break it before it hurt you so badly. Ah, well...what’s done is done. Or something.”
He shrugged, spreading his arms. He seemed entirely unconcerned with the fact that he didn’t actually have a clue where he was.

“Oh,” Nico replied, eyebrows raising. “How do you make sure you don’t get hurt when you do it? How do you know you don’t accidentally burn too much?” He sounded worried, like he was scared for Kelsier’s health. He was, despite having only known Kelsier for a few minutes. He seemed nice, and Nico didn’t want him to get hurt more than he already had. Based on the scars, it seemed he had been hurt a lot, which wasn’t very fair. Sometimes, though, the world wasn’t very fair. “Is it permanent if you make yourself need them on accident?” Nico’s eyes grew especially wide for this question – as long as something wasn’t permanent, it could be fixed. And sometimes, like when a vase broke, it could be a permanent break but still be mostly fixed. Nico hoped it was a lot like that.
He glanced between the floor and the ceiling, then nodded sagely. That made sense. He didn’t want Kelsier to get crushed, though, so he wouldn’t ask him to demonstrate. Still… he was sad that the ceiling seemed to be so strong. It would be cool to see Kelsier push through it with just a coin. Maybe they’d find someplace with a ceiling that was less strong! But that would require going somewhere else, and Kelsier had implied that the rooms were dangerous…
“I guess… I don’t know that they don’t exist,” he admitted, puzzled. “I thought I saw a guy with only one eye the other day! He was really tall, but Bianca told me I was staring and that staring is rude, so I stopped doing it. She said I just didn’t see right because he was so tall, that people with one big eye in the middle of their forehead don’t exist. But if they do, I bet they have superpowers!” He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking back and forth – a habit he maintained even as he grew older (though he usually did it without quite so much animation).
“It’s not fun to hurt people,” Nico whispered, shaking his head. “The House sounds like a bully.” He didn’t like that very much. There were bullies in his world who made fun of people and tended to think it was amusing to see other people get hurt, but Nico had never really understood why. It just… was. Sometimes people liked to hurt other people, and sometimes people didn’t.
Relief swept over Nico when he saw Kelsier’s smile. He wasn’t upset with him for ending up in a room, at least. He hadn’t chosen to go in, and he hadn’t known that rooms would be dangerous, but now he knew… and he’d have to remember that, so that if anyone ever tried to go into a room, he could stop them.
“Thank you,” Nico said again, his own smile returning easily. “I’ll keep it forever and ever, cause if you’re right, there’s nothing else like it in my world!” he exclaimed proudly. He stood like that for a moment before his expression grew more somber and he stared Kelsier in the eye.
“You know… you’re really nice,” he whispered, just loudly enough for Kelsier to hear him. “You answer all my questions and you don’t tell me to shut up or tell me I’m annoying, and then you gave me something from your world that doesn’t even exist in mine…” He searched Kelsier’s gaze, as though trying to find an explanation. Sometimes nice people didn’t realize they were nice. Nico wanted to make sure Kelsier knew.

Kid | The Living Room 3.0 | Mordecai/Demon/Jason

Kid looked a bit awkward.
"That wouldn't be how I'd describe it, but I wouldn't say it was incorrect either. It is a bit like a murder game show."
With that bit of an awkward look, he leaned his head back.
"Not always."
He nodded to the one and only exit out of the living room.
"See over there?" he asked. "That goes to the hallway. There's a lot of rooms along the hallway. You enter a room and anything can happen. This place is very, very big. So there's always different things around. That's why this place changes. Enter a room and it's usually dangerous. It's just how things go."
He sounded numb to it. Well, not numb, but his eyes showed that he'd been here for long enough to have seen some things.
"But it isn't all bad," he admitted after a second. "The people here ... they're almost always on your side. Not always, but usually. So it's fairly easy to make friends and allies."

Tachibana Asami | Living room | ®Hawkpath®

Touka blinked out, and in her place, blinked in a familiar monstrosity.

Asami was sitting on the floor, appearing human for the moment, her legs crossed at a slightly awkward angle with her thick wool skirt carefully splayed out around them. She was wearing a cozy green sweater with a button up shirt underneath, and holding a Rubix cube in her hands, her sallow face blank but focused as she manipulated it clumsily, trying to figure out how to move all the pieces separately. She did not understand why Aunt Michiko was so determined to teach her to use her hands - human fingers were clumsy and inflexible. She vastly preferred using her own form, but she would indulge her humans' desire for her to learn to mimic human behavior.