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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 5, 2019 21:10:00 GMT -5
Ougi pushed herself up out of her sitting position, her feet flat on the floor and heaving her body upright. Her black tights made her legs just as voidlike as her eyes, strange contraptions that carried her around. She perceived immediately that Rachel hadn’t been here before. The way she could ‘read people’, she understood that the newcomer wasn’t just someone surprised by the traps like herself. “Oh?” She flopped her shoulders toward Rachel, for a moment seemingly interested in her. But it was something else she was interested in. One hand removed itself from its sleeve, revealing a black glove. She drew her finger over Rachel’s arm to steal some peanut butter. “Delicious!” As if that weren’t creepy enough, she put her face right in the newcomer’s personal space bubble, smiling evilly. “Hello there.” Rachel leaned back, face twisting into expression of discomfort. "Excuse me!" she said. Her eyes narrowed. She was still confused, but Ougi clearly didn't care about that. This puzzled Rachel. She didn't think this was normal for anyone. Rachel moved her arm out of Ougi's reach, straightening her shirt, and looking around warily. It looked like a living room, but it had some ... other trimmings which were unusual. There was a couple tangles of string, for example. Rachel got a sense she shouldn't touch any of those. "Who are you?" she inquired. "And where am I?"
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 5, 2019 21:21:35 GMT -5
"Several times a day?" Madoka repeated, eyebrows raised. She couldn't imagine what that must be like, to be constantly pulled from one moment into the house's timeless space that always felt longer than it was. "That must have been tiring. Ah, but it's good that you're back!" Madoka enjoyed the house too, despite some of the things it could do.
She stopped as Arlo addressed Aizawa, blinking in surprise. So she was right in having known the name, but...that must feel strange, to know that there was another version of yourself. It reminded her briefly of her friendship with Flandre, and how at one point the vampire girl's memories of everything here had ceased. Madoka hoped it'd never happen to her. Shaking thoughts away, she cast a glance at Aizawa upon noticing that throughout all of that he hadn't had a single reaction. He was just...standing there. "Ai-Aizawa-san?"
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 5, 2019 21:59:50 GMT -5
"It was pretty tiring but it was kinda nice too," Arlo replied. For most of the past week she'd wished that she could stay in the House, but luckily something had happened two days ago that made returning to her world easier... All she could do now was hope that her situation would improve. She shook her head in response to Aizawa's question. "No... I kinda figured it out by the way everyone acted when they met me. It happened to another girl too, so I'd heard that it was possible," she paused, thinking. "Maybe she was... from a parallel universe or something. Or maybe I just can't remember because that stuff hasn't happened for me yet... She was older than me?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 5, 2019 22:10:11 GMT -5
Elliot turned his head, silence emitting from his reaction to the other individual speaking. He blinked seeing the band-aid and handkerchief. Seeing it reached out, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out. The comment of hurting himself, he couldn't help but tilt his head to notice his hand coated in oozing blood. He jerked a bit, only now realizing that he had been inflicting pain on himself. He took the items then began to apply around the wound, before wiping his hand clean. "Safe?" He softly asked with skepticism. A part of him hoped that was true, it was an odd yet simple statement. Seeing that the handkerchief was coated in blood, he folded it neatly feeling a bit unsatisfied with ruining a perfectly good piece of cloth. "A-Apologies.." He handed it back feeling bad about it. "Safe as any other world full of danger," said Myrnin with a bit of a sigh. "I meant more safe in terms that it's away from your world. There's a reason secret identities or secret in general don't really last here. You don't usually need to have one because no one cares who you are. It does get dangerous in different way though. Rooms. Sometimes they mess with your head." He thought about it for a second then shrugged. "No need to apologies. It's fi - " He started to say, but didn't finish as he blinked out.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 5, 2019 22:18:38 GMT -5
Ougi pushed herself up out of her sitting position, her feet flat on the floor and heaving her body upright. Her black tights made her legs just as voidlike as her eyes, strange contraptions that carried her around. She perceived immediately that Rachel hadn’t been here before. The way she could ‘read people’, she understood that the newcomer wasn’t just someone surprised by the traps like herself. “Oh?” She flopped her shoulders toward Rachel, for a moment seemingly interested in her. But it was something else she was interested in. One hand removed itself from its sleeve, revealing a black glove. She drew her finger over Rachel’s arm to steal some peanut butter. “Delicious!” As if that weren’t creepy enough, she put her face right in the newcomer’s personal space bubble, smiling evilly. “Hello there.” Rachel leaned back, face twisting into expression of discomfort. "Excuse me!" she said. Her eyes narrowed. She was still confused, but Ougi clearly didn't care about that. This puzzled Rachel. She didn't think this was normal for anyone. Rachel moved her arm out of Ougi's reach, straightening her shirt, and looking around warily. It looked like a living room, but it had some ... other trimmings which were unusual. There was a couple tangles of string, for example. Rachel got a sense she shouldn't touch any of those. "Who are you?" she inquired. "And where am I?" Ougi seemed too focused on the person in front of her to acknowledge the rest of the traps, even though she had also been caught in one upon blinking in. Her hair was still ruffled from the plastic hitting her face. She closed her eyes confidently and nodded several times to acknowledge that Rachel's questions were ones any normal person would indeed ask. She withdrew her hand back into her sleeve, exiting the personal space bubble but only barely. "Oshino Ougi," she introduced and gave a slight bow. "You're in the Paradox House. Everyone here is from a different world. At least, most of us are." She wouldn't be left without reciprocation though. "...Who are you, then? What world are you from?" Her gaze was eager, cheeks rising and making her eyes squint. She remained barely bowed forward and her feet were apart as if ready to follow if the newcomer wanted to escape the encounter.
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Post by Auransky on Apr 5, 2019 22:37:19 GMT -5
Living Room Rowlin couldn't help but shrug, he stood midway up the slope of a hill, where the trail sat waiting at the top. From up in the trail he could hear a massive wave of voices, as what appeared to be thousands of people walking along the trail. His head turned towards the far right, where a group was further up the slope getting back on the trail. He crossed his arms shaking his head. Stay on the trail-geez...His head turned towards his left where he spotted someone creeping down an opening in between the tall bushes. He twitched an eye before making his way over towards the fool; cautious not to step on the hundreds of poppies which surrounded him. Once he was in close proximity he called out, "You need to go back up, and stay on the trail!" He blinked , but proceeded to call out. "This area of the conservatory is off limits to the public-" His voice was loud, booming to try and get across the hundreds if not thousands of voices murmuring on the trails above him. However, his voice started to awkwardly drop as he realized his setting had changed to the living room, and now his vocal directions were aimed towards Mini Arlo, Aizawa, and Madoka. His green eyes widened realizing that he had screamed half a sentence to the wrong crowd. He stood upright to adjust his posture, due to him standing on a slope prior. Next he started to dust off all the dirt on his navy blue uniform which along the right arm had a patch which said, Silver Feather, est 1810. On the left there was two patches, the first, United States Forest Service and the second Bureau of Land Management. He blankly looked at the strangers , before speaking up. "A-Apologizes for my screaming." He would have called it yelling, but because there was so many people prior to him transitioning into this place, he had basically been screaming.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 6, 2019 8:41:34 GMT -5
When she soles of his shows met with carpet rather than pavement. Czeslaw slowed his walking and lifted his head. Dipper caught his eye, the other boy seemingly taken aback by something and now stunbling around. “...Hi,” he greeted slowly and hesitated to approach, bringing his hands together as if unsure what to do with them. Behind his ordinary plain expression was one of worry. There was someone who was in trouble in his world, and he wasn’t someone who could do anything about it. His hands finally separated and lowered. They felt useless. He knew there probably wasn’t a need to put his childlike facade on in front of Dipper, but he couldn’t help that his tone came off innocent as he asked, “...Why are you soaking wet?” For a moment when he was scanning him, he looked for the mysterious book too.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Apr 6, 2019 12:19:25 GMT -5
Peeping eyes did not put off the boy to start composing himself like...himself. "What?" He whipped his head around taking quick notice of the immortal's style of clothing, expression placid as ever. The last thing he needed was to spill any secrets to a fake, even if that was a long time ago the memory was still fresh in his mind. There last meeting was something else in terms of suspicion and worry, either one was the main idea of what he was going to deal with. His face twitched from momentary shock when the other blinked in his posture straightening against the table. "Oh, hey, d-didn't see you there. Until now. Yup. That's totally what happened." Dipper's speech tangled within itself, worsening as a question was asked of him. "It's nothing anyways not that it would matter to you." He played off his surprise with a nervous laugh, waving an idle hand that flicked droplets of water against the carpet to hint there was no funny business going on.
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dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Apr 6, 2019 20:19:49 GMT -5
Eises had to tilt her head, she had never thought of it that way before, but Noctin wasn't entirely wrong either. "Somethin' like that." Though messages stayed in the system forever, even if you delete them. Evina was able to show her than even after being deleted, there was always a way to get them back. Blinkers on the other hand, didn't stay in House permanently. She did have to wonder if there were people that don't blink at all anymore. The wolf almost forgot that Noctin knew her son. "Yeah, he likes it when I take pictures of him." The little one was quite photogenic. "Maybe you can see him again sometime, his last blink wasn't too long ago." From what he told her, he had a snowball fight at the lodge. Her ears then flattened a little, anticipating whenever Noctin would run into the pictures of Evina. She had way more of Evina than of Hyacin at this point. The questions will be inevitable. She had to wonder if Noctin or Rae were the teasing type like her brothers. "Maybe!" She replied to Rae and watched as Rae dug through those stands they placed cameras on. Wanting to do some exploring herself, Eises found another cabinet nearby that remained unopened. She approached and opened the drawers curiously. Expecting to see more camera equipment, she was taken by surprise when she saw...hats? There were hats of all different kinds. She checked another drawer, and saw different types of sunglasses. Another drawer, and she found coats and other clothes. She blinked several times, what exactly were these for? hello it's been 80 years) "I hope he blinks in soon," Noctin said. He missed the dragon. Even if it was annoying that he tried to eat him, it was nice having a kinda friend. Flipping through more Hyac pictures, he smiled, then stopped when he got to one of a white haired girl making a face at the camera. "Who's this?" he asked curiously, lifting the phone so Eises could see. As he did, he looked past them into the cabinets at the unfamiliar equipment and clothing. Confusion flickered through him. What did clothes have to do with camera stuff? Rae decided against taking a stand out for the time being, unless they wanted to play around with the cameras more. She glanced over where Eises had gone to look, eyebrows raised as she caught sight of the accessories inside. She couldn't help but to let out a small laugh as she stepped over and swiped some sunglasses that grabbed her eye; a pair of tacky, bright pink star-shaped ones. This room really was trying to give them a real photo shoot, huh. She stuck them on and turned to the two. "What d'ya think?" she asked with an exaggerated pose. The lenses were a bit too dark to see much out of, Rae realized. She had to push them down her nose to see over the top when Noctin brought over Eises' phone and she just blinked at the picture of a girl, waiting for Eises to comment.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 7, 2019 14:17:05 GMT -5
Kelsier glanced at his companion, eyebrows raised, as the stone failed to obey the regular laws of physics. “Well, that’s not normal.” He tossed his own rock, aiming for the center of the circle. He missed it by a few inches, and his rock hit the ground and bounced the way it should, so he readied his nest one. “If it is an animal, we’re probably making it pretty mad. Unless it’s dead. But in case it’s alive, how are you with hand-to-hand combat?” He tossed his next rock, which also hit only visible obstacles. He was almost beginning to wonder whether Maladict was pulling his leg when his third rock bounced very clearly off something he couldn’t see and rolled to the side, coming to a stop about a two feet in the wrong direction. “So how are your ears feeling?” The mistborn added, pursing his lips in a concerned sort of grimace/smile hybrid. "Probably better than you would expect," said Maladict with a grimace. He didn't particularly want to show that skill off. "I'm better at hand-to-hand than any other form." He tilted his head just a bit when Kelsier's rocks missed and his eyebrows knitted together. He wasn't sure why his rock hadn't done much. But he couldn't help that. "My ears are doing fine," he assured the mistborn. He glanced over at him. "Did you have something in mind?" (Oops, sorry for the wait ) Kelsier’s hazel eyes flicked to his companion for a moment at those words, and it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t asked what the other blinker actually was. He looked human enough, but the mistborn had been in the house for long enough now to realize that appearance meant nothing. Not that he particularly cared. The dragon he’d met on his last blink had been nice after all, and being human definitely didn’t mean you were trustworthy, so it didn’t really matter to him. He was just a little surprised at himself for not wondering before now. ”Good, I do much better when I'm not worrying about my allies.” He said, returning his gaze to the not-so-empty clearing. “If these things are animals, why aren’t they reacting to us throwing a bunch of rocks at them? I’d be getting pretty annoyed by now. Unless they are reacting and we just can’t see them....” He pursed his lips. He did have something in mind. It was probably really stupid. “That’s where my rock hit something.” He answered slowly, pointing to the spot. “How confident are you that it’s an animal?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 7, 2019 20:03:21 GMT -5
Rachel leaned back, face twisting into expression of discomfort. "Excuse me!" she said. Her eyes narrowed. She was still confused, but Ougi clearly didn't care about that. This puzzled Rachel. She didn't think this was normal for anyone. Rachel moved her arm out of Ougi's reach, straightening her shirt, and looking around warily. It looked like a living room, but it had some ... other trimmings which were unusual. There was a couple tangles of string, for example. Rachel got a sense she shouldn't touch any of those. "Who are you?" she inquired. "And where am I?" Ougi seemed too focused on the person in front of her to acknowledge the rest of the traps, even though she had also been caught in one upon blinking in. Her hair was still ruffled from the plastic hitting her face. She closed her eyes confidently and nodded several times to acknowledge that Rachel's questions were ones any normal person would indeed ask. She withdrew her hand back into her sleeve, exiting the personal space bubble but only barely. "Oshino Ougi," she introduced and gave a slight bow. "You're in the Paradox House. Everyone here is from a different world. At least, most of us are." She wouldn't be left without reciprocation though. "...Who are you, then? What world are you from?" Her gaze was eager, cheeks rising and making her eyes squint. She remained barely bowed forward and her feet were apart as if ready to follow if the newcomer wanted to escape the encounter. Her head still tilted back, Rachel completely ignored most of the questions. "That's crazy," she said, face scrunching up. "You can't be from another world. There aren't any other worlds." This didn't look like another world. It looked like a rigged living room. She did ... want this to be another world. That would make things impossible. How would she get out? Her eyes narrowed and then she looked at the door. "What's that way?" Without waiting for an answer, she slowly started to pick her way in that direction, avoiding the visible traps.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 7, 2019 20:08:35 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked into the living room, staring at something no longer in front of him, a crumpled bit of torn paper in his hand with thirteen seemingly random numbers scribbled on it. He was smirking like he’d just won a game of chess against Spock. His arm moved before his brain could process his sudden change of scenery and he crammed the paper into his mouth, chewed for a minute, and swallowed. “House!” He said loudly, turning a full circle to see if anyone had seen, his long coat whipping around his ankles like a cape. “My timing was impeccable, the look on her face would have been priceless, could you have waited another instant for me to eat code properly?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 7, 2019 21:20:04 GMT -5
(Back from dinner!)
A small boy with a tangled mop of hair blinked in, clothing about as dirty as his face was. He was bare footed and currently holding a stick, crouched over to perhaps poke at something on the ground. "It isn't like ..." he muttered to himself. "It isn't a -" He realized things had changed, staring at the floor and then lifting his head to look around. "Um ..." he said. "Hello?" The man was chewing something. He was also really tall and cleanly dressed. He was daunting, truthfully. The boy chewed at his lip, tensing ever so slightly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 8, 2019 0:28:14 GMT -5
"Probably better than you would expect," said Maladict with a grimace. He didn't particularly want to show that skill off. "I'm better at hand-to-hand than any other form." He tilted his head just a bit when Kelsier's rocks missed and his eyebrows knitted together. He wasn't sure why his rock hadn't done much. But he couldn't help that. "My ears are doing fine," he assured the mistborn. He glanced over at him. "Did you have something in mind?" (Oops, sorry for the wait ) Kelsier’s hazel eyes flicked to his companion for a moment at those words, and it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t asked what the other blinker actually was. He looked human enough, but the mistborn had been in the house for long enough now to realize that appearance meant nothing. Not that he particularly cared. The dragon he’d met on his last blink had been nice after all, and being human definitely didn’t mean you were trustworthy, so it didn’t really matter to him. He was just a little surprised at himself for not wondering before now. ”Good, I do much better when I'm not worrying about my allies.” He said, returning his gaze to the not-so-empty clearing. “If these things are animals, why aren’t they reacting to us throwing a bunch of rocks at them? I’d be getting pretty annoyed by now. Unless they are reacting and we just can’t see them....” He pursed his lips. He did have something in mind. It was probably really stupid. “That’s where my rock hit something.” He answered slowly, pointing to the spot. “How confident are you that it’s an animal?” (You're fine. ) "Very," said Maladict without much hesitation. He didn't even second guess the assumption. The difference was ... if he truly thought about it too long he wouldn't be so sure. If calling something an animal only meant did it have fur and teeth or something than he and Kelsier counted. Animal didn't technically mean that it was something to worry about. However, Maladict was fairly confident that this was. Or it was a fuzzy, large invisible rock. Either way, Kelsier's attempts couldn't do any harm ... right? "How confident are you that you can figure this out through some other method?" pressed Mal, wondering what sorts of skills Kelsier had.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 8, 2019 10:33:47 GMT -5
Peeping eyes did not put off the boy to start composing himself like...himself. "What?" He whipped his head around taking quick notice of the immortal's style of clothing, expression placid as ever. The last thing he needed was to spill any secrets to a fake, even if that was a long time ago the memory was still fresh in his mind. There last meeting was something else in terms of suspicion and worry, either one was the main idea of what he was going to deal with. His face twitched from momentary shock when the other blinked in his posture straightening against the table. "Oh, hey, d-didn't see you there. Until now. Yup. That's totally what happened." Dipper's speech tangled within itself, worsening as a question was asked of him. "It's nothing anyways not that it would matter to you." He played off his surprise with a nervous laugh, waving an idle hand that flicked droplets of water against the carpet to hint there was no funny business going on. Czeslaw rubbed one arm with his hand. Had he done something wrong? If was easy for him to forget that the House had used copies of people for a time, as all he really remembered was being trapped somewhere they couldn’t blink out of; he only got the feeling that he had interacted with Dipper in a dream once, an encounter that ended in some kind of disappointment. But there was no way that it happened in real life. Logic told him that perhaps the older boy was upset with him about the book, so he decided against bringing it up. “...Are you okay?” It wasn’t something he would have asked a mere year ago, but he was learning to communicate better—or at least try. It was still a pain, but usually rewarding. Anyway, it seemed like Dipper was having troubles of his own, as he hardly seemed to be able to talk. Czes took a subtle step back just in case he wanted to be left alone.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 8, 2019 11:04:46 GMT -5
Ougi’s feet kicked into action when Rachel started to walk away. As far as the supernatural, she gave no explanation in the face of the newcomer’s bafflement, instead just joyfully following along. Her limbs avoided the traps just narrowly, but effortlessly nonetheless. She eyed the door with an almost suspicious expression, as if displaying how Rachel was supposed to feel about it. “I would be careful if I were you. If you go alone, chances are you won’t make it out,” she foreboded warmly. One hand met with her shoulder—she had no qualms with breaching personal space today, it seemed. “Good thing you have me here. I’ll be right behind you for whatever room you pick!”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 8, 2019 20:00:53 GMT -5
Sherlock spun on his heel, the small boy having blinked directly behind him. He cleared his throat awkwardly, both because he wasn’t sure whether the kid had seen him eat a piece of paper and because his throat was still dry, also because he’d eaten a piece of paper. “Hello.” The detective decided quickly that pretending nothing had happened was best. He took a step towards the little boy and focused on him, his dirty face and clothes, his timid posture, clearly not being well taken care of but because no one was trying or no one could? He narrowed his penetrating blue stare. There was something else, he could feel his mind scrambling trying to find it, but he didn’t remember ever seeing this boy before. He frowned and glanced instinctively down at his dirty bare feet, as though he expected them to explain themselves. “My name is Sherlock Holmes, welcome to the Paradox House.” He took a step closer and extended a gloved hand, curious to see if the boy would know to shake it.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 8, 2019 20:07:21 GMT -5
(Oops, sorry for the wait ) Kelsier’s hazel eyes flicked to his companion for a moment at those words, and it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t asked what the other blinker actually was. He looked human enough, but the mistborn had been in the house for long enough now to realize that appearance meant nothing. Not that he particularly cared. The dragon he’d met on his last blink had been nice after all, and being human definitely didn’t mean you were trustworthy, so it didn’t really matter to him. He was just a little surprised at himself for not wondering before now. ”Good, I do much better when I'm not worrying about my allies.” He said, returning his gaze to the not-so-empty clearing. “If these things are animals, why aren’t they reacting to us throwing a bunch of rocks at them? I’d be getting pretty annoyed by now. Unless they are reacting and we just can’t see them....” He pursed his lips. He did have something in mind. It was probably really stupid. “That’s where my rock hit something.” He answered slowly, pointing to the spot. “How confident are you that it’s an animal?” (You're fine. ) "Very," said Maladict without much hesitation. He didn't even second guess the assumption. The difference was ... if he truly thought about it too long he wouldn't be so sure. If calling something an animal only meant did it have fur and teeth or something than he and Kelsier counted. Animal didn't technically mean that it was something to worry about. However, Maladict was fairly confident that this was. Or it was a fuzzy, large invisible rock. Either way, Kelsier's attempts couldn't do any harm ... right? "How confident are you that you can figure this out through some other method?" pressed Mal, wondering what sorts of skills Kelsier had. “I’m confident I can figure it out.” Kelsier explained, his sharp eyes fixed on the spot where his brain knew the animal lay. He trusted Maladict’s word on this, since the other blinker so clearly had better senses than he did and could probably smell whatever it was. That and it certainly did feel like an animal when he’d tripped over it. “I just not so confident...” He narrowed his eyes and reached out a hand, then burned iron to pull anything made of metal towards him. “...that this specifically is going to do anything, because I don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 8, 2019 21:21:34 GMT -5
Ononoki blinked into the living room, her large green eyes staring blankly ahead. She seemed to be dormant in that moment, probably acting as a bystander near Kagenui while she talked to someone about important matters. Her job usually appeared to involve standing around and looking cute, which, she realistically didn't have that much control over anyway. "Oh. I'm here." Her voice was soft and monotone as always. She even shifted slightly when the realization overcame her--was it a flinch? "...I said with a posed look." Her yellow galoshes took several steps forward. They always seemed to be dry, meaning the shoes must be worn for a fashion statement instead of to actually protect her feet from any rain. Her hands were down, signifying that she was outside of combat as she was most of the time. Even when she was attacking, the engagement usually only lasted a few seconds. She was an unexpected threat. But one could tell she wasn't a threat even with her powers. Not just by her cute exterior, but by the fact that she didn't seem to have been provoked even when battle had broken out inches away from her during the last blink. Purely based on what the Paradox House had seen from her so far, she wasn't here to hurt anybody. So what am I here for? Her green eyes blinked and her head turned in an almost owl-like fashion so that she could take in the room. She decided to go toward the hallway just like last time, even though this time no one had told her to do it. It hadn't been very long in her world, perhaps a few minutes, so she thought maybe the others she had met would still be in the place with all the bumper cars waiting for her.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 8, 2019 21:31:49 GMT -5
Touka blinked into the living room, arms waving wildly as she tried to direct traffic. “Section three this way! Section four stay here and advance to level 5 with me! Stay together, c’mon! It’s our friends and family in there, people! So go kick some - “ With a sharp gasp, she seemed to snap out of whatever mode she’d been in, eyes flying open as she belatedly recognized the changes that had come with the blink. Then, she bent over, hands on her knees as she began to take deep breaths, trying to slow her heart rate and reduce the adrenaline racing through her veins. Finally, she straightened up, calm. The House had given her a much-needed break - as much as she hated to admit it. So she might as well take advantage of it.
She glanced around the room, realizing it was mostly empty for once, except for an odd little girl in yellow galoshes. In greeting, she gave her a little smile and a wave, hoping to make a friendly first impression.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Apr 8, 2019 22:30:49 GMT -5
Only tell me someday when it's for you. Noah didn't know how much he needed to hear something like that until they were said. He had lived much of his life for someone else. It would be nice if he could spend his death - at least the time he had in the House - being able to act as freely as he had when he had been at his best in life. The moments where he felt free and creative and able to affect change. The House had given him that opportunity again, hadn't it? He was no longer just playing the role of being alive. Here he really could be alive. He didn't respond directly, but the thoughts rolled through his head even as he stopped in front of Rue and heard her reaction. "Well, we may not try that first go around," he laughed, heart filling as he looked at the amazement in Rue's eyes. He could recall being small himself, watching the older kids do tricks and wishing every minute that he could be out there with them, learning and falling and getting back up again for as long as it took to be able to touch the sky like the other kids could on their boards. He had learned. It had taken a long time - and a few broken bones - for him to get good, but he had managed it. He had forgotten how good it felt. "But yeah, you can learn how to do that. First you should learn how to balance on it though." He leaned down so he was holding Rue's skateboard steady. "Here, step on. You don't have to worry about starting this time around, just stay on. Remember, keep your center of balance low... bend your knees a bit once you're on." Rue laughed too, her eyes bright as she glanced down at the skateboard under her foot. The idea that she could actually learn to do that seemed impossible, completely unreachable, but when she looked st the older boy she realized he was serious. He was really willing to teach her, if she wanted to learn how. It was like stepping into the forest for the first time and realizing that the birds weren’t the only ones who could dance in the sky. It hadn’t been easy to learn how to balance on a slender limb as she reached for the fruit, or how to get back down without landing wrong and twisting her ankle, but now it was easier than walking. This was completely different, though. It was still balancing, sure, but it was faster, freer even than climbing because he didn’t depend on a tree to support him. He didn’t depend on anything but himself once he was in the air. “Okay....” She agreed as he held the board steady, and she put one foot on. So far so good. “Woahh, it’s wobbly!” She gasped as she stepped all the way on, her arms spread out on either side of her for balance. She bent her knees like he said and stood as still as she could, swaying slightly as the board shifted under her weight, but she didn’t fall. “It’s a little bit like being in a tree when it’s windy, isn’t it?” Noah grinned as Rue wobbled, but he held out his hand in case she wanted something steady to lean on. The nice thing about the House was that he was able to have full faith in the fact that he was tangible. He didn't have to worry about any fluctuating energy source that could give out - the House had enough energy to feed off of right there. "You're doing great," he told her quietly, no lies behind his words. He was genuinely impressed. He had fallen off the first hundred times he'd tried to stand on the board, but he'd gotten up every time. "I... yes, I suppose it's like that," he replied, a bit surprised by the comparison. He recalled his younger days when he used to climb trees, getting high enough that the wind felt like it could sweep him away if he let it. It had felt like being part of the sky, for a moment... he supposed that was what he felt like soaring through the air on his skateboard, too, before that had been taken from him. His cheeks reddened as a bit of life returned to the boy as he let himself dwell in the memory. "Hold on," he told Rue softly, leaning down and walking forward, pushing the board with him. He wasn't going to let go of it quite yet - he didn't want to force Rue out on her own, but he wanted her to get used to the feeling of the board moving under her, at least until she felt confident enough to rely solely on her own balance instead of Noah's steady hand.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 8, 2019 22:35:31 GMT -5
Ougi’s feet kicked into action when Rachel started to walk away. As far as the supernatural, she gave no explanation in the face of the newcomer’s bafflement, instead just joyfully following along. Her limbs avoided the traps just narrowly, but effortlessly nonetheless. She eyed the door with an almost suspicious expression, as if displaying how Rachel was supposed to feel about it. “I would be careful if I were you. If you go alone, chances are you won’t make it out,” she foreboded warmly. One hand met with her shoulder—she had no qualms with breaching personal space today, it seemed. “Good thing you have me here. I’ll be right behind you for whatever room you pick!” Rachel pulled to a sharp stop ... or she was going to, but she'd stepped on a square of carpet that wasn't, apparently, a square. It shifted under her feet, rolling across the floor with the help of a lot of little marbles. Rachel almost lost her balance, but this was only avoided by grabbing onto Ougi's shoulder as well. She was at once distasteful of this need of assistance and backed away again from this strange person. There'd been a warning about the door, but already she didn't really trust what Ougi was saying. "Uh huh ..." said Rachel, not keeping the doubt out of her voice. "And what are these 'rooms' you're talking about then?"
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Post by Auransky on Apr 8, 2019 22:39:48 GMT -5
"Ugh, claim it's gonna be low numbers, ends up having to call everything to help control traffic." Rowlin crossed his arms, shaking his head with disbelief at the masses of people walking along the trails. Surprisingly for a warmer then usual day, people were here, loud as ever. He had just told a group to stay on the trail, and lord and behold their was another group trying to get off the trail too. "Back on the trail!" Rowlin called out, blinking but already calling out before realizing he had blinked into the house. "It's for your safety!" He called out loudly not realizing he was in front Touka and Ononoki. Realizing that he was no longer in the sunny trails of Southern California he blinked some more then quickly placed a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. "Apologies for that, one minute I'm yelling at the large crowd and the next my attention is wanted elsewhere." He shrugged. "It's not any particular day of the month either.." He moved his hand to rest on his hair, shaking his head once more in the process.
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Post by strider on Apr 8, 2019 22:43:11 GMT -5
Nico cocked his head listening to Sam, but truth be told he found the rambling rather endearing. It wasn't even really rambling, it was just the way Sam seemed to speak when he was excited about something, or had a lot to say. He could tell the other boy was worried about how it was sounding, but he hoped he didn't give any indication that he was uninterested or judgmental in the slightest. However, he didn't say anything in return. He found that sometimes a well placed expression at the right time was enough to communicate what he really didn't know how to say in words. Besides, sometimes the sound of his voice startled him. He'd spent so much time alone and in silence he forgot, sometimes, that others couldn't hear the thoughts that were loud enough to fill his head a million times over. "This one?" Nico suggested, approaching one of the doors that was nearest the entrance to the hallway. It seemed people liked to go further down the hallway now. There was still an infinite number of exciting rooms that lay just beyond a doorway near to the hallway entrance. The House seemed to like to change them. "Any feelings? Good or bad about this?" He himself had a decently good feeling... he just didn't know if Sam felt as comfortable with the door. It didn't seem to have any bad vibes or whatever else they could be called. "I ... I think it's okay," said Sam, looking at the door with a slight frown on his face. He didn't usually test doors for good or bad vibes, but then again, he hadn't been in the House for that long. He could count on one hand how many rooms he'd been in. Truthfully, he hadn't even run into many distasteful rooms. So he asked. "Are rooms bad a lot? Or ...?" He looked slightly concerned. Slowly he nodded at the door. "Er ... but we can try this one." Nico glanced at Sam, hoping his expression was readable. There was a lot he didn't really want to talk about, especially on the subject of bad rooms. "I... I've seen a lot of bad things happen. But there are lots of good ones too, I suppose. I... well, the bad outnumber the good, for sure, but..." he was close to shutting down and stopping the words, close to opening the door and leaving Sam behind because he didn't want to talk about it, but it was an innocent question. The least Nico could do was answer it honestly. "Part of it is that there are so many neutral rooms that were made bad by personal experience, either at home or here. I don't know how others saw those rooms... whether they were bad or not." Nico's voice was quiet at that. He couldn't quite meet Sam's eye, so he opened the door and stepped in. He found himself in the sky. Well, not exactly in the sky, but close enough which was terrifying enough as it was. He cursed softly under his breath as he looked out over the skyline - the skyline that he was part of, it seemed, perched on the edge of a very tall roof. There were no shadows to travel through, that he could see. The sun was beating down on him, hot and unpleasant, bleaching everything with its light. No shadows large enough to crouch in and move through. There was, it seemed, a bridge between this building and the next, but when he turned back to ask Sam his opinion on taking the bridge, he found he was alone.
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Post by strider on Apr 8, 2019 22:48:59 GMT -5
</div>"I'm here." Nico's voice came from relatively far away, but instants later he was close enough that his breathing could be heard in the dark. He didn't know exactly where he was going, but he could more or less feel where the House was leading him, which meant he could shadow travel to what he hoped was closer to the living room. Although he didn't know if he was entirely accurate, it was a better guess than the two of them likely could have made on their own. "Do you mind if I grab your shoulder?" Nico couldn't see it, exactly, but he more or less knew where it was - the benefits of his powers, no matter how inconvenient they were at other times. He would have killed for a fire nearby - even if there was no Hestia accompanying it. He felt much better in the dark when he could at least see a bit around him - when there was something to ward off the worst of the pressing darkness. "I... there's a... there's a sort of hallway here, and it seems as though there's an emptier space ahead. I... I can get us there, but it might be a bit uncomfortable for you. I mean.. it's not pleasant, so..." Nico trailed off, trying to put it into words. "I'll only try if you're comfortable."
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Post by strider on Apr 8, 2019 22:56:13 GMT -5
If he needed more in depth information all Dipper could do was pick at Grunkle Stan's head for the local cryptids back from his home state. At least that's what his parents had told him whenever their oh so genius and not a criminal uncle came up on late night talks with who he believed to be Shermie? Family ties weren't actually close these days. "Who wouldn't?" His voice raised in excitement. "It's weird but if you look at it and try, new things can be discovered. Seriously the older blinkers gave up a long time ago but we still have a chance. A chance to know things we never knew before!"A sudden wave of glee surpassed his control quickly subdued by a cough. Got a little too excited there. "So you're like me? Well, the sudden paranormal creature popping up - that's wild. Monsters usually have rhyme and reason to do the things they do, things like finding a new home or to feed. Not that I'm saying that's what might happen but if it hasn't come back it means its likely lost interest in you for now." The amateur investigator concluded from Will's bio he radiated terrible luck. If he wanted to finish that campaign anytime soon - cliffhangers are the worst and stay alive he would need some insight. He was quick to keep talking like he knew his stuff. "Its strong enough to pull you out of your own world but not enough to stick around for hours in one place...quick Question, do you have a name for it? The monster?" Will was honestly relieved by Dipper's attempts to figure out the monster that was chasing him. "It seemed to get distracted by something else, but I have no doubt it's coming back," he admitted, shaking his head. "I'm not stupid, I know it's trying to find me, but the best I can do is hide from it. I... I don't know what it wants." Although there was still a quaver in his voice, it was clear that outright discussing it with someone who was willing to analyze it logically was enough to get rid of some of Will's fear. Dipper seemed so excited to figure everything out, and Will would have been right there with him if he hadn't spent the past few hours running for his life and trying to find a place to hide. If he knew how to contact his mom because she wasn't in their house, and Jonathan wasn't either, and... he couldn't think like that here. There was a logical way to do it. There must be some sort of explanation, some sort of way out. He'd just have to find it. Eventually. Dipper's simple question pulled him out of his dark thoughts. "No. Not yet. Though... I think something from DnD might be fitting. I..." a sort of half-smile came to Will's face. "My friends and I were just trying to finish a campaign, and the boss was... well, it was a Demogorgon, and it... it got my character, so..." Will shrugged. "I guess I could call it a Demogorgon."
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