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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 21:55:41 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | strider“You mean dying doesn’t seem like the goal of the game?” Sal replied, glancing at him for just long enough for the spark in his eye to be visible before he looked back. “Nah, you’re right. You distracted me.” The game loaded quickly. Sal moved his character in a small circle once he had control again. “The shiny stuff will still be there,” he explained, crossing his legs into a more comfortable position on the floor. “It’s like it just starts over from the beginning, everything is the same.” He glanced over. Then he moved his character over, hopping it around the button. “Three…two…” He pressed the button on one, though only once Zuko was ready. |
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Post by strider on Dec 26, 2021 22:04:40 GMT -5
“Ha,” Zuko replied lightly, though there was no malice in it. He hadn’t meant to distract Sal, but he was grateful it hadn’t given Sal a chance to get too far ahead of him. He still wanted to try to win this thing, even if he had died in the process. Death didn’t seem to be the end, though. It just made you start over, which was fine with him. He could figure this out. “One,” Zuko echoed, moving forward as Sal finished the countdown. He was still a few paces behind the other boy, but he was closer than he had been the first go around. He leapt up, trying to collect as many of the shiny things as possible as he passed under them. He didn’t feel up to trying out the flip Sal had executed the last time, but he was successful in collecting more shiny things than he had the first time around. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 22:32:23 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | striderSal bumped Zuko’s arm lightly with his own in reply, but only before the game started. He wasn’t about to throw him off on purpose. Where was the fun in that? He dove his character forwards, aiming for as many of the shiny things as he could get. He missed a few - he was moving a little too fast - but he got enough to be satisfying. “Bet you can’t catch up to me before we hit that bend up ahead,” he said after a moment, not looking away from the screen. “Oh uh - you should know, you can sprint, but it’ll use up your energy so you can’t keep it up long.” It seemed only fair to let him know that. The controls weren’t very self explanatory. “That’s actually what the shiny things are for…you’ll get it back on your own, but that’s faster.” |
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Post by strider on Dec 26, 2021 22:46:49 GMT -5
This almost felt like crash course battle training. Sal was doing what Zuko had done for him in the previous room, but while they were competing rather than before. It was nice of him – he easily could have left Zuko to flounder, unsure exactly what he was doing or why he couldn’t move as fast as Sal. Experimentally, Zuko let his character sprint, eyes wide with how fast he was moving. “You’re on,” he whispered, focusing on the bend ahead. He didn’t know if he could turn smoothly while sprinting, so he decided to sprint until he got there, then focus on getting as many of the shiny things as he could manage. He wasn’t sure he could win against Sal without sprinting as much as he possibly could. There were probably other strategies, but that seemed like the easiest and most obvious. Perhaps Sal would give him some insight into a better when the game was over. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 22:55:15 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | striderSal leaned forward, as though it would make him go faster. It wouldn’t, but he’d never fought the impulse. It helped him get into the game, which did make him faster. Zuko was a lot harder to stay ahead of now that he knew how to sprint. Sal sprinted, too, though his energy ran out fairly quickly, leaving him in danger of being passed. He narrowed his eyes, leaping for more shiny things, and landing in another sprint. Maybe it was risky to do it so close to the edge, but if he was doing it, Zuko was probably going to try it to keep up. One of them would probably fall. He was going to do everything he could do make sure it wasn’t him. His tongue poked through his teeth, but he was concentrating too hard to notice. It wasn’t like it was visible, anyway. |
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Post by strider on Dec 26, 2021 23:02:47 GMT -5
Zuko let himself be drawn into the game. He didn’t know if he was leaning forward because it helped or just because it felt like it would, but it allowed him to see better. He figured that was something. The path was narrow, and Zuko was determined not to fall. It meant, however, that he couldn’t pass Sal without either pushing him in or ending up over the edge himself. He didn’t know how to push in the game, and he wasn’t sure he would have wanted to even if he had the ability. This was a game for fun. In a duel meant for learning and fun, you didn’t get rid of your enemy as quickly as you could. You tried to match them blow for blow, learning from their strategy as much as they were learning from yours. In Zuko’s head, this was fairly comparable. He stayed just a few paces behind Sal, waiting to see if there would be an opportunity further ahead to pass the other boy when the path got a little bit wider. Based on the way his character was slowing, though, it seemed he needed to get more shiny things, which would be difficult if Sal kept taking them… |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 23:10:56 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | striderSal risked a glance to the side, noting the way Zuko seemed to be getting sued to the controls. That was good. It wasn’t much of a learning curve, but it was still there, and he was glad it seemed to be fading enough to make this a challenge for them both. He skidded ahead, his character going into a slightly panicked, unsteady animation as he got too close to the edge. It slowed him down a little, and he bit his lip as he fought to correct it without slipping off or falling behind. Talking didn’t seem quite as necessary anymore. It was nice…having the option open, not minding if they did, but not necessarily needing to. Especially now, when every bit of his concentration was going into clinging to the side of the cliff, close enough that a strong gust of wind could probably have tossed him off. It was going to be even more nice if he won, but right now, his main concern was not dying. |
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Post by strider on Dec 26, 2021 23:18:40 GMT -5
Zuko glanced at Sal for just a moment, then allowed his full attention to be sucked back into the game. He would have been happy to throw around quips this time, but he also wanted to not die. Maybe they would tease each other a little bit more when they were past this part. Unless this part was the rest of the game… Zuko’s eyes narrowed as he looked around the screen, looking for some sort of shortcut or something. They were on a cliff, but what was above them? It seemed like the wall that made the path so narrow had to end somewhere… Zuko let his character stop running, then bit his lip as he decided to take a risk. He pressed the jump button, then mashed some of the buttons together in an attempt to get his character to climb. It… worked, surprisingly. He let out an amused noise as he kept jumping and then holding onto the wall as tightly as he could so his character wouldn’t fall. It was slow going, but it was probably better than tailing Sal. Maybe it would even lead to a faster path… |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 23:26:14 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | striderSo far, so good. Zuko was a fast learner, but Sal has already guessed that much about him, with the way he’d handled the Inquisitor without even knowing what it was. He could adapt. That was probably one of the most important skills Sal knew of. He made a small, surprised sound as Zuko stopped, then jumped, scaling the cliff. Had that been possible before? He wasn’t entirely sure. “Not bad, but good luck catching up to me now,” he said instead of admitting to that, pulling back enough to let himself sprint again. He was mostly out of energy, but there were more shiny things ahead, assuming Zuko didn’t snatch them all first. “I bet you’ll get stuck up there.” He was actually curious to see how well it worked out. If it worked, he might just have to steal it later. |
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Post by strider on Dec 26, 2021 23:34:32 GMT -5
Jumping had been a risk, and Zuko still wasn’t sure he was worth it. He was high above Sal now, and he was fairly certain Sal was speeding ahead. He didn’t dare look down to check – he had a feeling that his character might fall if he directed their gaze downwards. Instead, he kept climbing up, eyes widening as he realized there was a whole other track up here. There were more of the shiny things, too. Shiny things that Sal couldn’t get to before him. “We’ll see about that,” he told Sal jumping for some of the shiny things before taking off in the direction Sal had gone. He didn’t know if his path ended at the same place Sal’s did, but it was a risk he was willing to take. If there was one thing he was good at, it was being unpredictable. Even better if it made it possible for him to win this. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 26, 2021 23:50:27 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | striderSal couldn’t tell where Zuko was anymore, but that was alright. His goal was the same either way; get to the end as fast as he could. He scrambled for a hold, breath catching in his throat as he very nearly slid off the edge, and leaned forward, mashing the controls to give him every bit of speed he could get. He was actually curious to see how well the other path worked out. He didn’t think he’d ever tried that before. “If you win, I’m going to throw a pillow at you,” he told him, taking a turn recklessly fast and coming very close to flying off the edge. “Just so you know.” |
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Post by strider on Dec 27, 2021 1:12:24 GMT -5
“And now, if you do, I’ll be prepared,” Zuko retorted, following his path a little bit further and collecting as many of the shiny things as he could. He broke into a sprint, eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried to get to the end as quickly as possible. He didn’t know if he had lost his chance to beat Sal, but he knew that if he let himself believe that he had, the battle would already be lost. He didn’t know how far ahead of him Sal was, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. At least it seemed that the path he had taken was a little bit wider than the path Sal was on. He wasn’t in as much danger of falling off, at least. Although if he fell, he did have farther to go. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 27, 2021 20:31:28 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | strider“That’s what you think,” Sal replied, though he didn’t elaborate. He wasn’t positive he was going to win this, especially with the new route. He had no idea how fast it was. So he concentrated, swerving as close to the wall as he could without touching it and slowing himself down, his character slipping dangerously close to the edge but not quite sliding off. “Is it prettier up there, at least?” He added, because he was genuinely curious, but he didn’t want to look away from his own screen. It probably was. This route wasn’t that aesthetically pleasing. |
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Post by strider on Dec 28, 2021 1:47:30 GMT -5
Zuko wasn’t exactly looking at the scenery. He was a little bit more focused on beating Sal, but… he had to admit that it was nicer here than it had been down below. “Less claustrophobic for sure,” Zuko replied, almost forgetting that he wasn’t actually on top of a cliff high above Sal. He managed to refrain from yelling only at the last second, and a sheepish blush spread across his cheeks. He didn’t let it stay there for long, instead focusing on speeding up as much as he could so he could beat Sal to the finish. “How close are you, anyway? You’re missing out on a really pretty view of the mountains. Not too late to join me up here.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 28, 2021 2:06:30 GMT -5
| Myrnin | Lodge | With Vincent and Victoria | Myrnin had no clue how dogs reacted to chocolate, so there really wasn't any point in referencing it or not. Instead he simply inclined his head at the wolf and looked puzzled. "Why would it be bad?" This was a bad implication for any dogs in his life, honestly. He looked at Vincent then and the same 'cat who caught the canary' grin came back. "Nothing," he said. Implying that, if Vincent had sense, he maybe shouldn't drink that. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Dec 28, 2021 3:44:23 GMT -5
Vince - Lodge - @/clo & mint
Vincent nodded along to Victoria’s rambling, enamored by the talkativeness of the wolf by principal more so than anything she actually had to say. His eyebrows raised slight as she looked back at him for a response, looking as if he were going to say something before the vampire conveniently cut him off.
“Myrnin,” he groaned with exasperation once he saw his unsubtle expression, sounding more upset he’d probably ever while in the House. His melodramatic reaction was mostly comedic, playing into the role of a victim to Myrnin’s antics - but he did give his cup a brief look of disappointment before rising to his feet. He shoved the contaminated drink into the vampire’s chest, pausing to give him a stern look while standing close to him. “What have I done to upset you?” He asked wistfully, although a smile began to reappear on his face as he turned heel to make himself a drink.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Dec 28, 2021 4:05:35 GMT -5
[[ mordecai || living room 2 || strider ]] Mordecai’s eyes widened as the boy repeated his name. “Oh Seirr I did it again,” he murmured in horror before quickly continuing “I, uh… sorry about that.” He really needed to work on paying attention to what others were saying. He was trying but he just didn’t have much experience interacting with others. He glanced awkwardly away, his gaze landing on one of the bookcases. He wasn’t sure why but something about them seemed sort of familiar. Now wasn’t the time to think about that though, he didn't want to end up immediately repeating his mistake. The shade returned his attention to the other blinker-Zuko, not Zhukov, he reminded himself- when he started talking again. “Hmm, that… could be interesting,” he agreed, nodding as he considered the suggestion. “Yes... I am curious to see more of them.” He kept hearing about them but he really hadn’t seen much yet, despite how many times he’d been to the House. It was yet another reason why he wasn’t sure he’d actually been there at all. As amazing as the idea of the House existing was, the majority of when he’d experienced was quite simple, or similar to what he already knew from his own world, so maybe he was just seeing whatever was easiest for his mind to create.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Dec 28, 2021 10:16:06 GMT -5
| Victoria | Lodge | Myrnin and Vincent | "Huh? Oh, it's poisonous. For dogs at least. For people it's fine. I dunno why." Victoria answered, apparently nonplussed by the fact that it was supposed to be dangerous for her. She bent her head to finish off the cocoa. Her chin was stained with chocolate. As soon as Vincent stood up Victoria hopped up and stole his spot on the couch. |
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Post by Shrike on Dec 28, 2021 21:25:59 GMT -5
Starling | Living Room | Numquam (but anyone can jump in if they wanna!!!) Starling blinked in, rubbing his eyes with a head-splitting yawn. He hadn’t gotten any sleep last night—not after his near death experience with their new “teammate,” and not after his talk with the Governor’s Dog, Athena, who had dumped a whole new weight on his shoulders. How was he going to get the squad, HIS squad, out of this death sentence of a Designation? The stress practically radiated off him in waves. He ran his hands up through his hair, pushing it up into messy tufts. Why was I chosen as leader, again?When Starling finally opened his eyes, he stiffened for a second in surprise, blinking in the dim light of the living room. Not a single sun lamp in sight. It had been a while since he’d last come to this place—he’d almost convinced himself it was a dream. The Paradox House. Last time, Star had been about to go into one of those doors in the hallway with a person with magical powers named Arlo. But today, the thought of running into some dangerous mystery portal-thing kinda hit a little too close to home. He glanced around quickly, trying to see if there was anyone else there—preferably someone he recognized, like Arlo or Orpheus, but anyone would be better than nothing… |
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Post by Numquam on Dec 28, 2021 21:44:27 GMT -5
Eises ~ Living Room ~ Shrike / Anyone Welcome Eises blinked onto the couch with her head lowered. Her eye seemed so focused that she didn't notice the change in background right away. Her hands were locked together, and she stayed in the same, silent position for several seconds. The change in scents made her look up, finally realising her blink. She scanned the living room and noticed a rather stressed, smaller boy who appeared lost in thought. She stared at him for a few moments, ear twitching, but then looked down again. She decided to continue the thumb war with herself. Her tongue stuck out ever so slightly to the side of her mouth as her fingers battled one another. |
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Post by Shrike on Dec 29, 2021 0:40:28 GMT -5
Starling's gaze was pulled over to the couch when something appeared out of thin air--SomeONE, rather, who looked to be at least partially humanoid... except for two noticeable wolf-like ears sticking out of the top of her head. Star couldn't exactly say he was SURPRISED--Arlo had given him the rundown of the non-human (and sometimes dangerous) members of the House, not to mention showing him her own literal magic abilities, which kinda made it hard to be surprised by ANYTHING. But it still left him with butterflies in his stomach as he psyched himself up for an introduction. Better to be friends than enemies.... Better to be friends than enemies...Swallowing hard and clearing his throat in a friendly way, Star gave a little wave when he drew nearer. He... couldn't tell exactly what the other blinker was doing with her hands, but it seemed interesting to say the least. His eyes kept darting down to her battling thumbs--when they weren't side-eyeing her wolf ears. "Hey there, stranger. I'm Starling, Squad: Avian, Rank 1. Um... I'm kind of new here, so I don't think we've met before, but..." He gave a shy half-smile. "Anyway. Have you been coming here a while?" |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 29, 2021 23:00:00 GMT -5
Kelsier | Power Swap Room | striderKelsier knew what usually waited for Hades’ children. He knew Nico had lived longer than many of them did, something he had in common with the Skaa. It wasn’t fair. Kelsier knew that, in many ways, it was no one’s fault, but deep down, he didn’t think he fully believed that. Hades claimed it was a fate that often waited for his children, but it was Hades’ responsibility to protect those children, wasn’t it? How did he excuse their deaths? Or did no one ever ask him to? It would have been one thing if he hadn’t claimed he was a god, and demanded all the respect that came with that. As it was, Kelsier thought he either had to confess he wasn’t really trying, or else admit to grave incompetence. “The first person I met here was a child,” he mused, allowing the fury he always felt at the thought of Hades to pass. One day, he hoped to speak with him again, but until then, there was little more he could do. He glanced at Nico. “I only met them once, and I never got their name, but they seemed frightened. There’s you and Sam, and that girl that tried to stab me for my hot chocolate, something I can respect. I’ve seen more, too.” He shook his head, looking back at the butterflies. He wasn’t controlling them, not consciously, but he found they did as he hoped they would, anyway. He wished they would hover near him, flickering close enough for him to feel them, and they did so. He wished they would fly nearer to Nico, and there they were. “Truthfully? I don’t know,” he admitted, quieter this time. “It could be trying that. Or it could just be toying with us to see what happens. Some other blinker can try to figure out what it wants from us. It doesn’t matter much to me.” He knew as soon as he said it that it wasn’t entirely true. He frowned a little, gaze trailing upwards. “I think about the moments I’ve hated it the most, sometimes. All the worst parts, the parts that make me sure I would tear it apart from the inside out, damn the consequences. And then I think of these moments, and the people I’ve met here, and you…and if it were a force of nature, then that would be all it was. Good, and bad, and you learn to live with that, because you have to. But it’s not a thing. It’s a being, and it deserves to be held accountable for what it does, no matter how wonderful the gifts to appease us afterwards may be.” He gave a light sigh, and turned, a wry smile on his face as he looked instead at Nico. They both knew he wouldn’t kill it. And, secretly, Kelsier was just a tiny bit relieved for it. It was harder to think about what Nico faced. Looking at him here, surrounded by light and color, alive, even if, perhaps, not well. And facing something plenty of people would label near certain death. “I’d hold you to that,” he answered. He wanted to ask for a promise, he wanted to ask Nico to say it out loud, but he understood that he couldn’t, so he dipped his head instead. “Except I won’t have to. Because, whether you believe it or not, you will come back. And I’ll be here, waiting to say I told you so when you do.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 29, 2021 23:06:07 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | strider <3 “You’re just saying that in case my route is faster than yours,” Sal told him, but he had to admit he was tempted, anyway. He didn’t know which route was actually faster, but Zuko had a point about the view. “Screw it,” he added a moment later, and concentrated, beginning to scale the mountain. He character made it hard, especially now that the climb had gotten steeper, but he kept at it, and eventually he made it over the top. He saw Zuko immediately, already very slightly ahead of him, and charged forward, doing his best to get past him before he could get any further. “Oh, hey, you’re actually right. It is nicer up here.” |
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Post by strider on Dec 30, 2021 13:28:31 GMT -5
Rooms were dangerous, but sometimes they were worth the risk. Zuko tried to hide his blush as he remembered his last room with Sal. He had enjoyed spending time with the other boy. Maybe he had enjoyed it more than he should have… but he was here with Mordecai now, not Sal. They still had the chance of having a fun room. “Oh… no worries,” Zuko replied, shrugging a little. “I mean… your name is super unusual for where I’m from, so I bet there aren’t very many people called Zuko in your world. Which… yeah, it’s fine.” He wasn’t great at accepting apologies, but he was even worse at giving them. He shifted awkwardly, trying to offer Mordecai a smile. “Uh… if you want to do a room… you can pick the door. I mean… I’ve done enough rooms that… okay, so the door doesn’t matter, but sometimes it feels like you have a little bit of power over things if you pick one, even if you’re picking at random… so you can… if you want.” Okay, so maybe he was just terrible at people in general, not just apologies. “What… rooms have you been in?” He added, hoping that letting Mordecai talk more would solve the issue of not knowing how to talk to him. He really needed practice getting to know new people who were his equals, not soldiers or underlings. |
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Post by strider on Dec 30, 2021 13:45:05 GMT -5
“Oh, you wish!” Zuko replied, hurtling forward. He turned his head just enough to grin at Sal, then pushed himself forward even more, watching Sal climb for just long enough that he almost fell off the cliff himself. He cursed softly, then righted himself and continued running forward. “Isn’t there some saying about the road less travelled?” Zuko asked, eyes narrowed as he continued running forward, desperate not to let Sal catch up to him. He didn’t know if Sal was going to appear in front of or behind hm, but he didn’t want to take that risk. A quick glance down at Sal’s portion of the screen revealed that Sal was indeed behind him. He had the sudden urge to stop and let Sal catch up to him so they could enjoy the view together, but the competitive part of him wasn’t sure he would be willing to do that. Maybe… maybe when they got closer to the finish line. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 30, 2021 13:53:05 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | strider <3 “The road less traveled may have some great things along it, but it takes a lot longer,” Sal replied, a small smirk hovering at his lips as he chased after Zuko. At least they could see each other now, which meant Sal could adjust his own strategy depending on what Zuko did. “Also, weird that you have that saying too, when you’re from a totally different world.” He wasn’t too far behind, but it would be enough to make catching up difficult, especially if Zuko continued improving. He was already fairly good at this, which Sal had to admit made sense. Of course this fell within his skill set. It wasn’t all that different than sword fighting, when it came down to it. Maybe that was why Sal had liked sword fighting as much as he had. “You’re taking all the shiny things,” he added, though it sounded less like a complaint than he meant it to. |
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Post by strider on Dec 31, 2021 0:04:13 GMT -5
It was very easy to forget that there were worlds where children weren’t required to fight. Words where children were considered precious and to be protected. Worlds where they weren’t given a sword as soon as they were old enough to understand why they needed to know how to hold one. Sometimes younger. Hades had done the best he could to protect Nico and Bianca until the time came for them to be something more than children. He had cared more than most godly parents, and Nico still didn’t entirely know how to feel about that. He wanted to be grateful to Hades for everything he had guaranteed him and Bianca, but part of him still wanted to hate him for treating him like something lesser because Bianca had died instead of him. Because he wasn’t just the second choice, he had probably never been meant to live at all. He had proven his father wrong. He had done exactly what he had wanted to do, but… he breathed out, pushing the thought away. It wasn’t helpful for this room. “Do you ever wonder if the House itself is a child?” Nico asked after a moment, tilting his head just a little as he looked over at Kelsier. “I mean… it would be one thing if it was an adult blinking in children just to watch them suffer. But I don’t know why an adult would blink in such competent children. I guess… it just makes more sense to me if the House is a child, too. If it sees children that can handle themselves in other worlds, and… I don’t know if it wants to make friends or just wants to see what it can do and we can do, but…” he trailed off, shrugging just a little bit. “I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if the House were a child. But I guess I wouldn’t be that surprised if it were an adult, either. I don’t know enough about the House to really be able to judge.” Nico fell silent after that, holding out a hand to let a butterfly land on him. Whether they were controlled by Kelsier or not, he was enjoying the feeling of letting them exist in the air near him. He wanted to live in this moment forever, even if it was just a dream. It was so… peaceful. He hadn’t appreciated this room nearly enough the first time. He had been angry at Kelsier and angry at the House for forcing them to talk to each other. He had hated Kelsier for how much the Mistborn suddenly knew about him. He had been angry that Kelsier didn’t seem to hate him. He understood, now. Like it or not, he was grateful for what the House had done. They never would have gotten so close so quickly if the House hadn’t interceded the way it had. “I wish I knew if it was just trying to appease us,” Nico murmured after a long moment, letting the butterfly flutter away as he looked at Kelsier. “I think… it has a plan when it gives us bad rooms. And I think sometimes that plan works, even if it doesn’t know it will. And I don’t know whether to be grateful for it or hate it for maneuvering situations the way it does. But I can’t hate it for giving me you.” Nico breathed out, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before he looked back at Kelsier. “I can’t promise you I’ll survive. I can only promise you I’ll try. And… it might be easier, remembering that you believe in me.” |
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Post by strider on Dec 31, 2021 1:28:33 GMT -5
“Oh, the saying exists in your world, too?” Zuko asked, only paying a little bit of attention to Sal as he continued running forward. “I’m glad, because otherwise what I was saying probably would have made no sense to you, and I would have had to explain it. I don’t think I have the extra brainpower to explain it while I’m in the process of winning,” he grinned, half tempted to lightly bump against Sal. He didn’t, however, want to throw his friend off, so he settled for glancing over just long enough to make it seem like he might be at risk of falling off the cliff. The thing was, if you’re concerned about falling off a literal cliff, you might not notice yourself falling off an idiomatic one. The thing was, if you fell for someone, you weren’t nearly as likely to die as you were if you fell off one in a game. “Come and catch up to me and maybe you’ll get a chance to grab a few yourself,” Zuko replied, a bit of amusement leaking into his voice. “I’m not about to start leaving you any on purpose.” |
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Post by Numquam on Dec 31, 2021 12:19:53 GMT -5
Eises ~ Living Room ~ Shrike / Anyone Welcome Eises lightly bit her tongue as her right thumb nearly overpowered her left - just before her left thumb took a surprise turn and cornered her right. Her thumbs stopped in their tracks when the other blinker approached her and started speaking. Her left ear lowered for a second at the interruption, but she lifted her head once more to face the nervous stranger. "Starling Squadávian?" That was certainly a name. She figured the boy's parents were big fans of the little flying creatures. Of course, who was she to judge how names in other worlds worked? "I'm Eises," she greeted with a small grin. "Welcome to the House." She freed her hands from each other and set them on her knees. "Oh yeah, I've been comin' here for a while now." Getting on her feet, she stretched her legs and back with a satisfied grunt. She'd been sitting far too long in the amph back in her world. While she tilted her head so that her neck could pop, she asked, "'You've been in a room yet?" |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Dec 31, 2021 23:32:05 GMT -5
Sal Fisher | Sleepover Room | strider <3 “Damn, should have pretended not to know it, then,” Sal teased back, doing an unnecessary flip as he caught one of the shiny things Zuko had missed. They were few and far between, but if he was strategic, they would be enough. “Maybe then you’d have fallen off the cliff trying to explain.” He put on a short burst of speed, trying his best to close the distance between them. There were places where sprinting was more helpful, and places where it was wasted, and he paid attention to that now, so he wouldn’t waste any of his momentum. Maybe, if he was careful about it, he could still win this. He was in a good enough mood that losing didn’t seem like the end of the world, though. “Rude,” he tossed back, skidding a little as the path dipped. “Next time, I’m throwing you into the game headfirst, no getting used to the controls first.” |
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