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((Hey there! Any rp I could jump into? Don't want to interrupt anything so I thought I'd ask first.))

((That would be great! I'll have to go to bed really soon but you can start if you want. I'll try to respond as soon as I can!))


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Kelsier | Living Room 2.0 | strider

“Something like that, yes.” Nico, naturally, didn’t know that this was the sort of problem only the nobility could have in Kelsier’s world. The idea that the Skaa could have to be careful not to eat too much and make themselves sick was laughable, and not in a good way. Still, Kel knew what Nico meant, and he supposed it was a decent analogy, especially considering Nico didn’t have anything else like it. Not yet, anyway.
It was strange, talking to this version of Nico when he knew the other one so well.
Strange to see the seeds of the boy he had come to care for. He cared for this Nico too, he found, even if he didn’t know him well. It was the same boy. It was so clearly the same boy.
“Pretty bad, yeah.” He nodded a little. “But I’m good at healing. I know how much I can burn safely.”
Promised mattered. They mattered to Kelsier, too, though he suspected they did even more to Nico, or at least the older version of the boy. That would be because of everything he had gone through, the promises that had been broken, the pain they caused. And that meant a promise to Nico was not something he would have made lightly, if he had made them lightly at all.
He considered Nico. Trying to decide what to tell him. It was true that he didn’t want to tell him to avoid people who looked scary - he would have to be avoided in that case - but it was best not to walk up and say hi to the monsters trying to kill you.
“You’re right.” He told him. “You just have to be careful. Not everyone is mean, but not everyone is nice, either.”
He listened, watching the boy. “You don’t need superpowers for be strong.” He told him after a moment, his tone genuine. “And I might not really be stronger. Sometimes the strongest people don’t realize how strong they are. Sometimes the strongest people have no idea how strong they are.” He focused on Nico. “It thinks it’s strong, but you know what’s stronger than superpowers? Determination. If you refuse to give up, eventually you’ll succeed. Even against a bully with superpowers.”
He meant it. There was a reason he still planned to take the House down. There was a reason he hadn’t yet come close to giving up that idea.
He smiled. “Good.” He answered. “Being stubborn can be a good thing. I’m very stubborn, too. It’s how I win against the bad guys in my world.”
He blinked, caught off guard by the question, but his smile didn’t slip. He had been being a little bit obvious about it, after all. “This?” He said, pulling the magnet out and holding it up for Nico to see. “It’s something a friend of mine gave me. My world doesn’t have flowers or butterflies, so it’s very special to me.”
He shook his head. “You’re not annoying.” He said firmly. “There’s nothing wrong with asking questions. If I were a teacher, I think I’d be glad if you asked questions, because that would mean you wanted to learn.”

Izaya | Living Room | <Raintalon>

Izaya didn’t move as the girl - the monster - changed. He stood still, eyes wide and focused. If she had wanted his full attention, she now had it.
“My, my.” He remarked, his voice quiet. “Wow.”
He was fascinated, and it showed in his expression. He peered at the eye, then the mouth, apparently completely unafraid, in spite of his never having seen her kind before.
A slow grin came over his expression. He walked forward, moving first past her eye, then ducking under it and coming up the other side.
A monster. And not on he recognized or knew about, either. He had no idea what she could or would do, when pressed. She could have been anything at all.
He walked backwards, spreading his arms. In one of them was now a knife, though it wasn’t clear when he’d pulled it out. “Not to be rude,” he began in a tone that suggested he was about to say something rude and didn’t care. “But what are you?”

Nico nodded, trying to think of what it would be like to have powers that you had to be careful not to overuse. It was good to know, however, that it was hard to overuse them on accident, and that Kelsier wouldn’t end up doing that. He didn’t quite know why, but he found himself quite attached to Kelsier already. Maybe it was just that Kelsier seemed to be the only adult who took Nico seriously, and who didn’t seem annoyed by his questions. Even when they were, on the occasion, too personal. Also, Kelsier seemed to do more than tolerate the questions. He actually answered them. All of them. Even Bianca didn’t do that.
“Do your superpowers mean you can heal, too?” Nico asked, eyes widening. Kelsier hadn’t mentioned that when he showed him how he flew, but he supposed it hadn’t been relevant at the time. Healing always seemed like a useful power in stories, Nico considered. The healers were the ones who didn’t die, usually. And they helped save everyone else from dying, too. Not that Nico wanted to be a healer. He’d much rather have powers a little bit more suited to action. Maybe that’s why he yearned to be a pirate or a pilot. He didn’t yet know that either of those professions were likely to get him killed.
“Okay,” Nico said, considering. “I can be careful!” He still figured it was better to approach a person and figure out if they were nice before assuming they were bad, but maybe he’d hold off on that until he was big and strong enough to be able to fight bad things. “I think it would be better to assume someone is nice than assume they’re not,” he added, a smile spreading across his face. “If I had just looked at you, I would probably think that you were mean, except that you smile a lot. And that assumption would’ve… it would’ve been wrong, because you’re one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.” He nodded firmly, like he thought there could be no argument to that.
He didn’t really understand what Kelsier was saying about strength, but that seemed nice, too. It didn’t seem likely that the people who were actually strong didn’t know they were strong, but maybe it was just one of those things his mother said he’d understand when he was grown up.
“I promise I’ll try to be stubborn and determined,” Nico said, eyes still wide as he looked up at Kelsier. He would keep that promise, even if he didn’t really know what it meant.
The serious expression melted away from his face as he looked at the butterfly, a small smile forming there. It was really pretty.
“You don’t have butterflies or flowers?” Nico asked, sounding almost betrayed. “I think your world is mean too, then. And I think your friend must be very nice, because if I didn’t have any butterflies in my world, I would want someone to remind me that there are world with them.” Nico glanced up again, round, dark eyes meeting Hazel.
“They think I ask questions to be rude,” he murmured, awkwardly rubbing at his arms. “I don’t… I don’t write as well as the other kids, and I’m really bad at math, so they think I don’t try, and I ask questions about things that don’t matter instead of trying on the things that do matter.”

Jason & Demon | Living room 3.0 | Mordecai & Kid

”Oh, neat. The weird robot lady wasn’t lying to us after all!” “HOW IS THAT IN ANY WAY NEAT WE COULD LITERALLY DIE.” ”Jason, you are literally one of the hardest things to kill in our entire known world, you need to chill out. With me here, I can keep you alive.” Jason sighed. “Yeah, no matter how much it hurts, apparently.”

The fox’s appearance shifted slightly, as his eyes changed color and his fur changed to a darker shade of what it had been before. The horns stayed pretty constant, but seemed to be a little more pronounced now. ”Well, if we’re gonna explore, might as well have me in charge! This does seem like my kind of place, after all. Random effect rooms? High chances of death? Hell yeah!”

(Sorry this is a bit late and also short, I’m dealing with some stuff that came up in life haha)

</div></div>“Par...a....site.” 
It was said in a sing-song voice, Izaya stopping to stare directly into her huge green eye, his expression curling in to a mischievous smile. “I take it that body isn’t yours, then? You took it? Killed the human, perhaps? Scary stuff, you know. You might give someone nightmares with your existence alone.” 
His smile turned into a full grin. 
Then he stepped closer, seeing whether she would pull back or not. He didn’t bother answering her question, instead raising a hand and waving at his reflection in the eye. 

(Of course! I'd love to meet more amazing characters!)

Apologies for poofing. Just started school today. ^^ )

Nico appeared, quickly wiping his eyes as he realized where he was. He didn’t need to be crying here, especially not when he didn’t recognize the person in front of him. He still wasn’t quite used to meeting new people, and the House always chose the worst time to try to introduce him to them, but he would at least be civil.
Crying in front of a stranger seemed like just about the worst way to make a first impression, so Nico squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could for a few long moments before he opened again. With any luck, the redness of his eyes wouldn’t be noticeable. Or maybe the stranger would be nice and just… not mention it.
Tentatively, Nico shoved his hands into his pocket and approached the stranger, making sure to keep several feet of distance between them.
The other blinker wasn’t like anything Nico had ever seen. Normally that would make him nervous, but things were different in the House. The other blinker was… alive, sort of… but that measure didn’t always mean much in the House. He shook away the thought, instead focusing on Mordecai.
“Hi,” he managed, voice quiet and still somewhat hoarse from crying. “I’m uh… I’m Nico. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.” Not a newbie though, Nico decided, judging from how at ease he seemed.

On the ground, Rowlin broke into laughter, "Woa... you think I'm older? I'm shocked.." He laughed some more. "If I were older, you'd think I wouldn't be falling over rocks." He laughed some more, he liked this guy a lot. Myrnin reminded him of several people he'd met over the years-and there was something about this guy's easy going tone was just you know, nice.

"T-Thanks.." Rowlin chuckled as he took Myrnin's help back up. There was a sound that seemed out of place-but it was so quick that he could only assume it was a tree branch breaking off in the distance. Once he got up, he started brushing the snow off him. He was no longer wearing his coat or scarf, since he had loaned it to Myrnin, but he still had his turtleneck sweater, with another longsleeve, while not as warm as prior-it was still better then nothing.
"Y-Yea... I'm a natural klutz..." He chuckled at the question. "Ironically everyone thinks I'm acting like one, but in actuality it's the other way around." He laughed some more, before beginning to continue in the direction he was initially headed.

He couldn't help but raise his arms and stretch as far as he could. The snow continued falling with no end in sight, the temperature continued dropping by the hour. "Life is interesting, not gonna lie." He glimpsed back at Myrnin, "You probably already knew that-maybe." He smiled at the thought.
Seeing Myrnin still evidentially cold, he turned his head far back to look at the other vampire. "There's some vampires that are naturally accustomed to the cold, individuals who can control ice based elements. Vice versa there's fire elemental vampires, who would be great right about now..." His voice softened at the thought. "But I've also been studying of a lost group of vampires who the older they get, the colder they become period. Their body temperature isn't like others, so they are just naturally cold at all times, with the exception of certain places like extreme desert weather. These sorts of vampires are considered an origin for us... linked to the darkness, and yet nothing at the same time. Once humans, hosts to shadowy disembodied entities which as a result freezes the human's body. Alone, the entities are attracted to chaos, destruction and negativity. Within a host, the shadowy figure's lust for negativity is turned to a quench for blood, especially that of hot blooded individuals, often driven by pacing hearts. Over time these hosts go mad-the human mind can only take so much, and hence a human host is believed to live a short life, shorter then most vampires. These individuals, eventually turned others to vampires, the more commonly existing types that we could consider more familiar." He crossed his arms and pressed his chin inward towards his turtleneck, he was cold, "Well, guess where I'm trying to go with this is... I kinda I was either an ice elemental user, or that kind of entity vampire." He chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't be a tad bit cold, because I'd already be cold, and it wouldn't make a difference." He pondered briefly, "Entity vampires... I think they were known as something else, but... I wouldn't want to be one of those." He shook his head. "Going mad in the long run heh... and if I somehow live as long as you, I'll be so far removed from existence itself-" He fell silent, and had failed to realize that the crystal around his wrist was glowing. It was when Myrnin brought it up that he flinched and turned his head forward.

"Not exactly." Rowlin raised his arm, to show the faintly beaming crystal once more. "It follows abnormalities. Like a metal detective but for magic based items. Some crystals can be used to communicate with others who have a similar crystal, some can teleport an individual to another with a similar crystal. Some can be used to repress or release certain magical properties. There's a lot actually... alarms though." He glimpsed up at the thought. "Not sure..." By this point the crystal was beaming more, stronger and notably, so he started increasing his pace until he noticed a glow coming from the distance. Reaching the edge of the clearing he slowed down to notice another large clearing with the light source only steps away.

Rowlin winced trying to catch the source on the other side of the clearing, the crystal around his wrist responding rapidly.

Across the clearing, was the light source, bright and yet different. Rather then the clean directional light, this one was pulsing and sporadic, glowing in multiple directions, making it difficult to see across the clearing on the 1st try. The stone, the source, appeared to in a rough, beaten form-in fact it was broken, cut , shattered in pieces- the light beaming from the stone coming from all directions. He was so caught up with what was in front of him, that he hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings.

In the distance, there was something approaching - the faint sound of something hissing against a surface barely hearable but approaching Myrnin and Rowlin from far behind. There was no sound of anything stepping against the snow, therefore no footsteps outside of the two vampires.
The wind had begun blowing a bit more aggressively, with almost what felt like a cold sheet of ice blowing in the air.
From the far left there was a sound of something faintly rolling against the surface of the snow. It was like wheels-squeaking faintly-barely hearable but approaching the two from the distance.
From the right there wasn't any sound from the ground. Instead the wind blasted at full throttle towards the two, the ice sheets blaring towards the two. On top of that, along the wind currents were multiple large icicles targeting the two at a rapid pace.

Kid | Living room 3.0 | Mordecai/Demon/Jason

(I'm dealing with school starting, so no worries, Wyld!)

Kid very briefly looked at Mordecai. He couldn't meet the other blinker's eyes with the hood pulled that low, but he still looked in that direction. The look he gave was mildly curious, but hopefully not invasive. Was something up?
Secrets. He was forgetting that part of what seemed to attracted blinkers to the House were the secrets. It had taken, what? All of three blinks for his own to be found out?
"Very common," he explained to Mordecai. "The House might do it for entertainment, or something of the like, I don't know. But it's very common for people from the same world to blink in."
He got the impression that Mordecai wouldn't like that response.
As to Jason's freaking out, Kid didn't mention the fact that it was very hard - maybe impossible - to permanently die in the House. He just figured that it would turn up later if it was needed for the conversation.
"Is that saying you want to go into a room then?" Kid confirmed. He assumed he was primarily addressing Demon now.
Slowly, the thief got to his feet and glanced at Mordecai.
"Good a time as any then. Alright. This way."
He started for the hallway. 
It was a hallway alright. Covered with doors that stretched the length of what very well might be a maze of hallways. Kid doubted that, if he walked straight or if he turned a corner, he would have stayed oriented regarding his direction.
He waved to some of the first couple doors.
"There's no way to predict what's behind them. And they always change. So feel free to chose one here or one out there." He gestured toward the other doors that further lined the hallway.

(He's actually handling it better than I expected xD and thankfully Scarlet doesn't mind at all)

Zuko didn’t know how to let people know him. Nobody had ever really wanted to, so he just acted how he was expected to, except around his mother. That was… well, until Ursa had left. He didn’t know if he was doing it right, and he wasn’t going to mention anything too personal, but the conversation felt relatively safe. At least so far.
“An animal?” Zuko repeated, still not really sure how to deal with the fact that there were people who didn’t know what an Avatar was. “No… the Avatar is a person… an old man, the last airbender alive. He’s the bridge between my world and this place, and he’s the master of all four elements. He’s the only thing that stands in the way of the Fire Nation.” He didn’t yet know that there were people who wanted the Fire Nation to fail. They were bringing peace to the world. Prosperity. The rest of the world just didn’t see it yet.
“Spaceship?” Zuko asked after a long moment, not sure if he was supposed to know what that was. He had never heard of it. Was he supposed to comment about the brother? He wasn’t sure. The boy’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Scarlet. He didn’t want to mess this up, because she was being nice. It was possibly only because she didn’t know who he was. Part of him wanted to tell her good luck, but he held off.
Zuko scooted just a little bit closer as she pulled the boomerang out. He still stayed a little bit away, but he was drawn in by it.
“Fire abilities, huh?” Zuko asked, lifting his gaze to Scarlet’s face. He lifted one of his hands, a small flame bursting into life in his palm.