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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 13, 2019 0:33:59 GMT -5
All seemed to be going fairly well. Well, as well as it could go when you were running full speed from.. What even was it now? She forgot. Taking a dive, she leaped into a rather deep ditch, reaching to catch herself and instead finding herself slamming hard into what could only be a barbers work space. Luckily enough, a chair caught her in the ribs fast enough to keep her from hitting a mirror, but the whole thing still left her quite dazed and she slumped. Wow, this chair felt a lot nicer than the ditch she was planning on rolling around in. Felt nice. Mm. But no, best not relax now. Clearly, clearly, this was not the place. Not in the house. Relaxation was dead upon arrival. And it quickly became apparent there were other people here. Leaving her eyes closed, she sunk further into the chair. Relax a little longer, then deal with people... Maybe they wouldn't see her. After all, she was wearing quite the hefty cloak.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 0:53:45 GMT -5
Rachel At least Rachel could agree with the new guy who'd flat out appeared. She couldn't help flinching when that happened though, tensing to run. He wasn't dressed normally, but then again, neither was Ougi. At least he looked human. A couple randomly appearing people later and Rachel finally got to understand just what Ougi had meant by other worlds coexisting here. Cat people were not from her world. Warily, she took a step back so she could see everyone in the room, though she supposed that wouldn't stop someone from appearing behind her. It took her a second to remember the beards were a thing. Enjolras looked too young to produce one like that anyway. But it reminded her that she had one and, well, Enjolras wasn't exactly bad looking if you ignored the beard. She felt a blush around her collarbone but it at least stayed there where it couldn't be seen. "Yeah, well, she seemed to want me to solve the problem of getting out of here without ever explaining why I'd want to get out in the first place. Why go in a room just to leave it again?" -- Mini Myrnin There were a lot of people suddenly in the room and Myrnin didn't want to deal with that. Rubbing his head, he scrambled, almost crawling over the floor into a corner. The floor was cold and he almost felt like shivering. His clothes weren't exactly made for this. He hugged the stick doll which had been the start of the argument - his fault. It must have been his fault, of course - and looked around the room again. Everyone had beards, which was confusing because he was pretty sure two of them were girls. Though maybe not, because they were wearing boy's clothing, though it was very brightly colored. His eyes moved away from them since they weren't talking to him or about him and they then rested on a set of blue triangles which peaked over the top of a chair. Animal? Myrnin cocked his head, remembering Victoria. His fingers twitched and he looked down at the hard stick doll in his arms. He missed soft. All the sheep had gone to die because they needed food. He was sad. They'd been his friend and now he had nothing to pet or look after. Mommy was yelling a lot. Mom. She had made him see his Dad again recently and Myrnin was having nightmares again. He shook his head, trying to force away where his thoughts were going, and slowly got up again, tiptoeing toward the chair that had the ears sticking up from it. Maybe the chair was a wolf chair? Could you pet wolf chairs?
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 1:04:42 GMT -5
Ougi put on an innocent look, not putting much effort into it. It mostly came out in a shrug. It was a gesture to try and convince them she was helpless against both of their opinions of 'fun'. "I believe a better question would be why you decided to come to the Paradox House," she told Rachel, practically interrupting at the end of the other girl's sentence. It was strangely phrased, perhaps trying to say that Rachel simply had an awful question to start with. But it offered no real solution of course. When Shade blinked in, the student grew increasingly distracted. She took a few steps closer, and made up the distance by bending forward at the waist. Her hands--or sleeves, rather--rested on her hips and her eyebrows rose excitedly. "Incredible beard!" it was like a red alert, a code for the best beard of them all. She had even been avoiding Myrnin, but now noticed that he was behind Shade's seat and exactly in front of Ougi's screaming face. Ah, great.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 13, 2019 1:15:12 GMT -5
Ah, she was being spoken to now. Slowly, Shade opened her eyes at the mention of a beard. "What? Beard-?" It was then that it occurred to her that the girl addressing her also had a beard. So did... Oh, Enjolras. She nodded to him, a passive greeting. Her hand lifted to her face and she startled when her fingers brushed through an especially thick patch of fur on the side of her face, all along her jaw and... a goatee? She sighed heavily. "Thank you, I'm supposing it grew unnaturally given the circumstances." A smirk crossed her face and the end of her tail flicked under the chair, no longer hidden by her coat. "I.. Don't know a few of you. Something I miss?" she asked, directing the question to Enjolras.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 13, 2019 1:38:55 GMT -5
"Depending on how long one stays in them, they can turn dangerous- though this isn't always the case a lot of blinkers have learned caution." The unsaid through bad experiences hung in the air after his words, but Enjolras didn't vocalize this. He brought a hand to his face again- frowning. He wasn't vain enough to be upset about his appearance, but the whole thing was just weird.
"It's not like anyone chooses to be brought into the House-" Enjolras started, but Ougi had found a new blin- victim as someone else had blinked into the chair. His gaze followed her to the pair, content to watch for now. He'd stay out of some of the wilder shenanigans if he could help it. He cast a glance to the woman who Ougi had been talking with earlier- a newbie apparently. If this was her first blink, it had been a wild one. "Welcome to the House. I wish I could say it's usually less crazy than this, but it wouldn't be true."
As Shade opened her eyes and nodded a greeting at him, Enjolras offered back a nod. He hadn't seen her for a while. "We're all quite badly in need of a shave, as you can see. And, you haven't been in the House for a while, at least, I haven't seen you. There's been a couple newbies."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 1:46:00 GMT -5
Ougi sidestepped partially to relent upon little Myrnin and partially so that Shade could see into the wall mirror and view her own 'beard'. She couldn't seem to leave hers alone, standing there and patting it thoughtfully with her shoulders rolled back now. She cast a glance toward Rachel, deciding not to come closer for now. She would be attentive though, as she always was with people she met. It was one of her more unnerving traits that she seemed to leave people alone until the most inconvenient or suspicious times when she decided to pop back in. But she was certain anyway that Rachel had some shock to get over. "What do you mean by 'newbies' anyway?" The student eyed Enjolras, turning her head away very slightly so that she didn't face him directly. Maybe it was his beard that was putting her off more than usual. It was arguably the worst in the room. "I wonder, is there a way to tell if someone will return, or disappear just like they came never to come back?" After blinking in for several 'Paradox House' years, which she kept track of through the lodge, she had met at least several individuals once and no more than that. Meanwhile, some seemed to be around much more frequently.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 13, 2019 1:53:27 GMT -5
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 1:58:29 GMT -5
Rachel The sheer ease that Enjolras had integrated into the House disturbed Rachel. How could he be so laid back about all ... of this! How could he without something giving or breaking? She cast a sideways look at Ougi, who'd moved onto the cat women to pester. Rachel didn't rise to the bait about choosing to come here. Ougi might be unpredictable in most things, but even Rachel could see that she was just having a spiteful reaction to not getting a rise out of her. It was a bit hasty to assume anything about someone she'd hardly known an hour or so, but it seemed like a characteristic a bully would have. Rachel wasn't too sure what to do with her opinion of Ougi at all. She looked back at Enjolras. She didn't want to interrupt, since he'd also started talking to the cat woman. She noted that she did actually know anyone other than Ougi's name, so she asked the cat woman, "What's your name?" Did cat women have names? Probably, but she didn't want to be rude. --- Mini Myrnin The wolf chair had grown a tail! Myrnin's eyes widened and he looked over at Ougi ... only to have her yell in his face! If she'd expected him to back up and stutter into a crying mess than she was only half right. The tears that had been threatened spilled over the edge of his eyes. But that was the only thing which showed his distress, because instead of backing away, Myrnin lifted his stick-doll and reached high enough to whack Ougi over the head with it. "Be quiet!" he shouted, looking genuinely upset over the excess noise. He'd been through a loud explosion his last blink and he could not deal with loud things again this time when he felt the floor was going to fall out from under him. And because he practically believed the floor really could drop out from under him, he turned and jumped onto the wolf-chair. Which probably wasn't a chair, but she was blue and pretty and maybe she'd be fluffy like Victoria too. He scrambled up onto her lap, dragging along his now partly broken stick-doll, which he held to his chest and tried not to cry about it too, because now it was dead like the sheep and he didn't have friends again. The wolf-chair was fluffy and he reached up past her face and rubbed at her ears. They were soft and fuzzy like a sheep's too. A sheep-wolf-chair. "I broke my stick," he told the chair sadly, holding it up for her to see.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Apr 13, 2019 2:04:09 GMT -5
Vyra appeared in the room, sitting on the floor, looking more like an enormous heap of curly red hair with arms and legs. She looked up when she heard voices, her eyes and nose barely visible, and was startled to discover that every blinker in the room appeared to have a beard. Her eyes widened as she slowly she reached up and confirmed that she had instantly grown one too when she'd blinked. Confused but understanding that it was the House, the girl got to her feet and looked around, trying to see if anyone she knew was there.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 13, 2019 2:08:43 GMT -5
"I don't mean to offend- I've seen a lot of people come and go in the house and it's the term that seems to have stuck for newer blinkers." Enjolras offered as explanation. He'd picked up on several of the common House-lingo phrases, and had gotten quite used to them. The House, blinkers, blinking in, rooms, other worlds, newbies, all those terms that they'd come up with in the early days as they struggled to figure out what was going on. And others that had come about as they all spent time in the House, becoming more familiar with its quirks.
"As far as I know, there's no way to tell. I've seen people return after years away- people I thought I'd never see again." Enjolras thought back to Neb, who'd appeared after everyone had thought that she was dead." And I've seen others disappear for seemingly no reason at all and I've no idea if they've stopped blinking for good or if they are simply on a long stretch without it. The House appears to have little logic or consistency when pulling people in." In an odd way, Enjolras mused, this could be his very last blink. There was no guarantee that he was coming back. He might live the rest of his life on edge, waiting for his next blink. And if he never blinked in again? He could only speak of it with Combeferre, and he'd have no idea what would happen to the people that he'd come to know in the House.
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 13, 2019 2:10:00 GMT -5
"No, you're right; I haven't been here for a while. Remarkably... Nice to know this place is still bursting with business, though," she claimed, sounding more uncertain as the statement went on. Ahead of her, the mirror caught her attention. It looked like her but... with that beard she'd been feeling up. Huh, nice. Flicking her ears, she noticed some additional tufts had grown at the ends as well to compliment her new facial hair. "Shade seems to have stuck as a name," she told one of the unfamiliars, still pondering over all this new furrrhair? The time to admire oneself was clearly not right then, however, as the shriek of a child caught her attention and she looked over to see a young boy swatting the other girl harshly with a stick. Barely given time to react, her arms lifted up to delicately clutch the youngling as he weaseled his way onto her lap. "Oh gee, oh wow.. Oh! Your stick!" Looking quickly between Ougi and the... mildly familiar smelling young fellow? Weird; she quickly offered an apologetic look then scooted the chair back to put some distance between the two. "Well, your stick did a.. a fantastic job protecting you, isn't that right? Looked like quite the punch it threw." As his hands found her ears she bent them forward, not having had them touched for a good little while but still content to let him play with them.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 2:24:57 GMT -5
Ougi turned her head slowly toward Enjolras as he spoke. She really had only needed a simple affirmation or denial, but based on how much he talked about it, it was something he thought about a lot. Her consideration, or lack thereof, was interrupted when Myrnin whacked her over the head with something. Now, Ougi was typically good enough with kids that she didn't start fights with them. Anyway, she was nearly a kid herself being fifteen, and well, technically only a year old if we are splitting hairs. But being hit was a different story, apparently. Her head swiveled on her shoulders to look down her nose at Myrnin, a shadow seeming to come over her face. "Hey... what the hell." It was an aggressive callout, rather than a question. She watched the boy dart away from her again and find Shade for safety. Thankfully she showed no sign of retaliating, not even moving physically other than the turn of her head. Her hair seemed to simply fall back into place as if she hadn't been hit at all. Well, maybe the reaction had been a bit too much. She could always blame it on the fact that she was still partly Araragi, who was kind of an irrational jerk. And a vampire. "Don't worry. You're not at your last blink yet," Ougi murmured, her eyes trailing back toward Enjolras.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 2:32:30 GMT -5
Rachel (Waiting for Clo, I think. Whoops.) --- Mini Myrnin Myrnin's hands came down from Shade's ears to along her jaw line, where the tufts of hair the House had created grew and mostly hid the scars. But Myrnin noticed and this seemed to cause him to tear up even more. He petted along them with his right hand while moving the broken stick-doll with the other so it was pressed against his chest and protected from any more damage. "Wolf-chair got hurt," he mumbled. "I'm sorry. It wasn't me who did it, I promise." He looked up at the blue-wolf-sheep-chair, green eyes watering. He lifted the broken stick with his free-ish hand and returned his eyes to it, thinking about what the wolf-chair had said. "Yeah ..." He tried to manipulate one end to reconnect the pieces, but the only thing that was keeping it together was some of the bark. He looked up again at the wolf-chair and said, "It's broken now." He frowned. "I can't fix wood." He lifted it and rubbed a finger along the line of bark. "I like your ears," he said, not looking up but still someone finding her ears again by blindly reaching upward to pet at them. "They're soft. Do you know Victoria? She has soft ears too. Are all the House wolves pretty?" His eyes were still wide and wet and he looked back up at the chair with a look of wide eyed wonder. "Or are you just royal wolves? Lady Wolf-chair?" He looked around when he saw Vyra blink in and he brightened. He waved at her and then made a horrible attempt to ASL finger spell something at her. He probably meant it to be 'hi', but he didn't remember letters very well. He was, however, pulled away from this as Ougi said something else and he hurriedly turned back to Shade and leaned into her, hoping wolf-chairs could stop creepy shadow people.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 4:00:32 GMT -5
(When I wanna RP but need to sleep ... ) Nothing happened. Maladict looked at the place that Kelsier seemed to be focusing on, heart still, and tensed while he waited to see what would transpire. When nothing occurred after several heartbeats, Maladict looked out of the corner of his eyes at the other blinker. Slowly, his shoulders untensed. "Maybe we should just try and approaching again?" he asked, hesitantly licking his lips. He felt like this should be Kelsier's call, since Maladict was pretty confident he could look after himself. It was worrying about the mistborn that concerned him. (Biggest of moods )) “Well, whatever it is, it isn’t metal.” Kelsier announced, dropping his hand to his side. He didn’t technically need to reach for the object he was attempting to Pull or Push, but personally he liked to, it made things seem a little bit more dramatic. He glanced at Maladict as the vampire spoke and paused, one eyebrow quirked up as he considered the other blinker. He could handle whatever this was, he had no doubt about that. But Maladict sounded hesitant. Was he less confident than the mistborn in his own prowess, perhaps? ”Why not? We’ve already done our very best to annoy this thing anyway.” He replied at last, his eyes moving back to the center of the clearing as he entered it again, walking directly towards the spot his rock had bounced oddly. Chances were good that they couldn’t avoid it anyway, so why beat around the bush? Kelsier stopped, the toes of his boots resting inches from the spot that looked identical to its surroundings. He looked back at Maladict, and a mischievous grin tugged at the edges of his thin lips and sparked in his hazel eyes. “I wonder what would happen if I touched it?” (Note to self to reply in the morning.)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 13, 2019 9:21:20 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur )) Sherlock’s lip twitched as the boy flinched back, then stared at his hand, clearly puzzled as to why he was being offered oxygen. He dropped his hand, satisfied that the boy didn’t know what a handshake was. Amico....no, the name didn’t trip any alarms in his brain. So what was it that was so...so familiar about the dirty face peering anxiously up at him? “What’s this?” He turned the collar of his overcoat up, glancing quickly down at his shirt as though he’d forgotten what it was he was wearing. “Oh, it’s normal where I come from, actually, especially when it’s cold. So you’re pretty new here, then, what is this, your second blink? Third?” Was that normal? Myrnin hadn't seen any material so thick before. He'd seen a couple odd outfits, but it seemed easier to question this blinker than, say, that girl who had yelled at him. He shook his head at Sherlock's question and then held up his hand, all his fingers splayed. "Closer to this." He wasn't actually keeping track, but he'd been here a lot already. At least ten times, though he wasn't sure how else. This didn't mean he was used to the fact that everything was a lot more different here than it was in his world. Everything from Sherlock's hair to his shoes. He was too fancy. "What are you anyway?" he asked. "Can you shoot lightning from your eyes or something?" He probably cool. Those eyes look like they'd be good for glaring. Sherlock’s eyes flashed as he quickly counted the fingers. Being in the House, he knew better than to assume the number would be ten, but this time he needn’t have been so thorough, the boy had the regular human number of fingers. “Well well, you’re getting to be a seasoned blinkee, aren’t you?” The detective ran a hand through his black curls. He could tell his clothes were unfamiliar to Amico, and he could guess why well enough, it was obvious the smaller blinker wasn’t from anywhere very high-end. Pat the question his mouth twitched into a smirk, and he took a step forward, his eyes bright and focused almost as though he could shoot lightening from them if he chose to. “Oh, no.” He answered softly. “I can do better than that. You see, I can tell a person’s whole life from the shoes they wear- or, in your case, don’t.” He tilted his head slightly. Maybe if he knew who he was talking to he wouldn’t be showing off, or maybe he would, it was hard to say. But he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “For example, why are people so cruel to you?”
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Post by Shadepelt15 on Apr 13, 2019 12:05:34 GMT -5
There was a tense moment where Shade held her breath, watching the child anxiously hoping he wouldn't be too distraught by the sight of her scars. Upon seeing his eyes dampen further she prepared for the worst, then straightened ever so slightly upon hearing.. sympathy? Her ribs clamped down around her heart and she couldn't help but offer a wide, somewhat broken smile. "Oh, hey now.. Its alright, I know you didn't do it, kiddo," she soothed, gently petting the back of his head. Turning her attention to his stick, she looked it over in his small hands and half listened to what he was saying, smiling a bit wider at the gentle flow of compliments, and the very peculiar nickname he'd offered. "Thank you... I'm flattered you think I'm pretty. I do know Victoria, actually. Haven't seen her much, but I do know her." The smile finally burst, interrupted by a soft chuckle. "I'm less of a wolf, more of a cat really. A mountain lion." After that her face softened; "Can I see your stick for a minute?" she asked quietly, holding the tips of her fingers out to take it from him gently, but still waiting for his cooperation. In the moments of anticipation, she glanced at his face and squinted. "..Whats your name, little man?"[/div]
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 13, 2019 13:04:36 GMT -5
Enjolras took a step forwards as Ougi darkly muttered, What the hell, in case she decided to go for the kid. However it seemed that Shade had wrapped the kid in her arms, and he knew that she would make sure he was okay. In fact, it seemed like she was pretty good with kids- something Enjolras was truly not. The kid might have been a newbie, but there was something strangely familiar about him. The creepy little child-beard was not helping Enjolras identify him at all, though.
Enjolras pressed his lips together and raised an eyebrow as Ougi spoke to him about blinking. He was... fairly sure he hadn't said that out loud, and Ougi's piercing black eyes were rather unnerving. "Pardon?" He questioned, wondering if she would elaborate at all. Knowing Ougi, probably not. But you never knew.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 13:31:59 GMT -5
Ougi watched the boy retreat to Shade, listening to their conversation absently. She was thankful that someone else could be tasked with keeping the waterworks at bay. Still, her head lowered, her palm up to face it but disguised by her floppy pink sleeve. She flexed her fingers underneath. Even though she had become ‘real’ when Oshino claimed her, she was not her own person. She did not know the ramifications of this, and probably no one did. Well, she could think of a few people who might come close. She made a mental note to track down her ‘uncle’ when she returned to her world. She swiveled her gaze back to Enjolras. “I didn’t know you were deaf,” she mused, slowly finding her smirk again. He was right—she wouldn’t be giving him a good answer. Her voidlike eyes stared back at him, but they were more suggestive of something going on behind them. It was as though she held plenty of information in her thoughts, but she only let it come out cryptically from her mouth. “As long as you’re not deaf, let me ask, what do you think the solution to this beard puzzle could be?” She waved the razor at him, this time keeping it off and using it more like a wand.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 14:42:50 GMT -5
Rachel (Here's the case of replying where I thought I had Rachel say more in her last reply than I actually did. So now I get to say it in this post.) Rachel scowled a bit over the fact that she was still confused over what this whole place was about. But at least she had a name, of sorts, for one of the many people here. "Nice to meet you," she said to Shade, though she wasn't sure how convincing she sounded. She had a feeling that, God forbid she didn't make it out of this place, that apart from Ougi she would be taking second looks at all the other people in this room because she expected the beards. Apart from the little kid. The little kid looked weird - and hadn't actually seemed to notice. Shade seemed busy with the kid, so instead she addressed Enjolras with, "And what's your name?" He seemed more experienced in this place than Ougi was. But it was a bit hard to tell because Ougi seemed to smile more than she said anything. -- Mini Myrnin "What's a cat?" asked Myrnin, curiosity partly replacing the tears in his eyes. "Lie-on?" His head tilted. "Is that like a royal wolf-and-sheep?" He wasn't really familiar with many other creatures other than wolves and sheep, if that wasn't obvious, so trying to understand what a different sort of animal was without seeing it was hard. He looked down at his stick, then looked up again and held it up to the wolf-chair to look at again. He slowly let it go, worried it would fall apart the rest of the way. "Can you fix her?" he questioned, not holding out much hope. He was, however, slightly curious when she asked for his name. "Amico," he said. It meant 'friend' and wasn't his actual name. He knew this and couldn't help squirming a little because the wolf-chair was being nice to him and he knew he should give the wolf-chair his actual name. So instead he shifted a little in her lap and leaned forward until he could say near her ear in the smallest voice possible, "But my real name is Myrnin. Don't tell anyone." And then he leaned back, fear in his eyes, because the people here didn't know his name, but if anyone in his village did they would kick him or hit him if he got to close or shout at him if he was further away. No one trusted him. But here he could use Amico that Nico called him and he'd be alright! He didn't want the wolf-chair to be mad at him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 14:58:30 GMT -5
(Biggest of moods )) “Well, whatever it is, it isn’t metal.” Kelsier announced, dropping his hand to his side. He didn’t technically need to reach for the object he was attempting to Pull or Push, but personally he liked to, it made things seem a little bit more dramatic. He glanced at Maladict as the vampire spoke and paused, one eyebrow quirked up as he considered the other blinker. He could handle whatever this was, he had no doubt about that. But Maladict sounded hesitant. Was he less confident than the mistborn in his own prowess, perhaps? ”Why not? We’ve already done our very best to annoy this thing anyway.” He replied at last, his eyes moving back to the center of the clearing as he entered it again, walking directly towards the spot his rock had bounced oddly. Chances were good that they couldn’t avoid it anyway, so why beat around the bush? Kelsier stopped, the toes of his boots resting inches from the spot that looked identical to its surroundings. He looked back at Maladict, and a mischievous grin tugged at the edges of his thin lips and sparked in his hazel eyes. “I wonder what would happen if I touched it?” The vampire didn't find much comfort in knowing what something wasn't, but at least he was glad that Kelsier had had the forethought to try something. He watched Kelsier walk into the clear and wished to call for caution ... but he swallowed the idea as he followed the mistborn. The clearing still seemed too quiet and Maladict wasn't very pleased with the fact that they seemed to be alone. With whatever these creatures were who had no reaction to rocks getting tossed at them. He frowned at Kelsier at the mere suggestion he should touch it. "If you get your leg bitten," the vampire pointed out. "I know nothing of first aid to help you and really you'd just have yourself to blame. But by all means." He waved at the place where the rock had bounced.
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Cloverleaf
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Post by Cloverleaf on Apr 13, 2019 15:08:20 GMT -5
Enjolras gave Ougi a bit of a look for a moment, then brushed past her comment. He hadn't expected a straight answer anyways. Answering her question, he said, "Well, the most obvious solution is to shave them off." Enjolras nodded at the razor Ougi was brandishing. Modern, by the looks of it and the whirring sound she had been making with it earlier. Although, he really didn't want Ougi near his face with razor, so he hoped she wouldn't take that as an invitation to lunge at him with a sharp object.
~*~*~ multiple conversations yeet so here's one for Rachel ~*~*~
"My name is Enjolras. And you are?" He held out a hand for her to shake in greeting. "Is this your first blink?" He added. If so, she was taking it rather well. He wondered how much had been explained to her, mentally going over the rather standard introduction that the blinkers had come to use.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 15:36:53 GMT -5
Was that normal? Myrnin hadn't seen any material so thick before. He'd seen a couple odd outfits, but it seemed easier to question this blinker than, say, that girl who had yelled at him. He shook his head at Sherlock's question and then held up his hand, all his fingers splayed. "Closer to this." He wasn't actually keeping track, but he'd been here a lot already. At least ten times, though he wasn't sure how else. This didn't mean he was used to the fact that everything was a lot more different here than it was in his world. Everything from Sherlock's hair to his shoes. He was too fancy. "What are you anyway?" he asked. "Can you shoot lightning from your eyes or something?" He probably cool. Those eyes look like they'd be good for glaring. Sherlock’s eyes flashed as he quickly counted the fingers. Being in the House, he knew better than to assume the number would be ten, but this time he needn’t have been so thorough, the boy had the regular human number of fingers. “Well well, you’re getting to be a seasoned blinkee, aren’t you?” The detective ran a hand through his black curls. He could tell his clothes were unfamiliar to Amico, and he could guess why well enough, it was obvious the smaller blinker wasn’t from anywhere very high-end. Pat the question his mouth twitched into a smirk, and he took a step forward, his eyes bright and focused almost as though he could shoot lightening from them if he chose to. “Oh, no.” He answered softly. “I can do better than that. You see, I can tell a person’s whole life from the shoes they wear- or, in your case, don’t.” He tilted his head slightly. Maybe if he knew who he was talking to he wouldn’t be showing off, or maybe he would, it was hard to say. But he was thoroughly enjoying himself. “For example, why are people so cruel to you?” "Wouldn't say that," murmured Myrnin, looking slightly abashed. He wasn't a seasoned blinker. That would mean all of this made sense, wouldn't it? And he was no where near that sort of understanding. Sherlock was just slightly unnerving as he came forward and looked far too much like an avenging god. His eyes were too interested and he seemed to sure of himself. Myrnin was nowhere near close to that much confidence and he took a step back, looking up. "W-what?" Could Sherlock really do that? Myrnin wasn't sure such a thing was possible and it frightened him that Sherlock might know exactly what Myrnin was - the cursed child, fated to go mad like his father, the clock counting down to a fate he couldn't escape. "How ... how?" he sort of questioned, wondering how Sherlock had guessed such things. Myrnin's shoulders hunched and he looked down at his bare toes. "I-if you know that then you know why already. It's obvious." Or everyone made it seem like it was obvious, like Myrnin could clearly be seen as other.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Apr 13, 2019 15:48:28 GMT -5
(Biggest of moods )) “Well, whatever it is, it isn’t metal.” Kelsier announced, dropping his hand to his side. He didn’t technically need to reach for the object he was attempting to Pull or Push, but personally he liked to, it made things seem a little bit more dramatic. He glanced at Maladict as the vampire spoke and paused, one eyebrow quirked up as he considered the other blinker. He could handle whatever this was, he had no doubt about that. But Maladict sounded hesitant. Was he less confident than the mistborn in his own prowess, perhaps? ”Why not? We’ve already done our very best to annoy this thing anyway.” He replied at last, his eyes moving back to the center of the clearing as he entered it again, walking directly towards the spot his rock had bounced oddly. Chances were good that they couldn’t avoid it anyway, so why beat around the bush? Kelsier stopped, the toes of his boots resting inches from the spot that looked identical to its surroundings. He looked back at Maladict, and a mischievous grin tugged at the edges of his thin lips and sparked in his hazel eyes. “I wonder what would happen if I touched it?” The vampire didn't find much comfort in knowing what something wasn't, but at least he was glad that Kelsier had had the forethought to try something. He watched Kelsier walk into the clear and wished to call for caution ... but he swallowed the idea as he followed the mistborn. The clearing still seemed too quiet and Maladict wasn't very pleased with the fact that they seemed to be alone. With whatever these creatures were who had no reaction to rocks getting tossed at them. He frowned at Kelsier at the mere suggestion he should touch it. "If you get your leg bitten," the vampire pointed out. "I know nothing of first aid to help you and really you'd just have yourself to blame. But by all means." He waved at the place where the rock had bounced. “Yeah, good point.” Kelsier glanced back down at the empty space, wishing his tin could let him see what was there. “It might not actually be here anymore.” He added after a moment. “We don’t know how quietly it can move, and we were throwing rocks at it.” the mistborn let out his breath through his teeth, his arms swinging at his sides as the nature of the situation began to seriously wear on his patience. And how much more dangerous would touching it be if they didn’t know what it was, anyway? It might bite his hand off, sure, but would leaving it alone actually be safer? It could just attack anyway if it wanted to, and at least they knew where it was right now. Wait a minute. “Do you see any fruit around here?” The newer blinker half turned to look at Maladict, then around the green plants, scanning them for reds and blues and purples that might mean fruit. Or flowers. He had to hesitate for a moment as his hazel gaze landed on one, he still couldn’t believe he was seeing it, growing and alive.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Apr 13, 2019 15:54:13 GMT -5
Out of the corner of her eye, Ougi watched Rachel examining the other members of the room, and smirked at her. "I wouldn't bother with that if I were you. You might never see anyone here again." She refrained from saying more though, not sure what brought her to say that in the first place. There was a hesitation about Ougi this blink that caused her to pause more often than usual. "I know how to do it," she informed Enjolras and approached with the razor, precisely what he had been dreading. She didn't turn it on yet, but she did stand with it raised toward him, eager to get started; she was hopeful enough that she seemed to be on her best behavior, which would ideally convince him to trust her. But she still had a menace about her, her bangs covering her eyes slightly to hide any emotion and her arm having to reach up to where the adult's beard was. Everything about her said she was ready to shave it off, even the fact that she was standing on her toes. Interestingly enough, when it had been Rachel's beard she declined her interest. Maybe she just wanted to get rid of this monstrosity.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 17:19:31 GMT -5
Rachel Snorting, Rachel didn't look back at Ougi while she answered Enjolras. "Rachel," she said. "As for being new, I guess? I'd rather this stayed my only time here." Though Ougi was making it seem like it was longer. Rachel looked back and over at Ougi, eyebrow arching as she threatened Enjolras with the razor. Silently, she thought, I wounder if she knows Myrnin's looking at her funny. The thought was held loosely in her mind ... and complete fabrication. Rachel was also not actively thinking about the test she was pushing toward Ougi. She neither thought about it nor acknowledged the fact that was what she was doing. Hopefully when dealing with a perspective mind-reader that would work.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Apr 13, 2019 18:08:24 GMT -5
Captain Lovelace blinked into the room, wearing a grease-stained jumpsuit, her hair tied back in a scraggly ponytail. She looked significantly more tired than the last time she’d blinked, and the second she appeared on the floor of the room, she jumped, drawing a sharp breath and then immediately taking a long, deep breath to steady out her pulse. She wasn’t sure if her pacemaker would work from wherever this was, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Then, she remembered her plan. Last time, they’d taken her gun, so she’d put a contingency in place just in case this happened again. Curious, she knelt down, reaching in her boot, and...sure enough. Tied to her leg with the same rubber bands she’d put there herself to conceal it, was a lightweight, foot long metal pipe with a sharpened edge. Her makeshift weapon. It seemed she’d found a way to smuggle a weapon past this place’s confiscation routine. Quickly, she pulled her hand out of her boot and straightened up, leaving the little pipe where it was for now. No use risking getting it spotted and taken away after the effort she’d gone to do get it here. She looked around, taking in the people who were around her in this new room, and reached up to stroke her chin.... Wait. She grabbed the strange mass of springy, wiry material on her face and tugged at it. Then again. “What...the hell...” she muttered, trying to pull whatever it was out far enough to see it. It felt like she had... A beard??
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 13, 2019 18:50:10 GMT -5
The vampire didn't find much comfort in knowing what something wasn't, but at least he was glad that Kelsier had had the forethought to try something. He watched Kelsier walk into the clear and wished to call for caution ... but he swallowed the idea as he followed the mistborn. The clearing still seemed too quiet and Maladict wasn't very pleased with the fact that they seemed to be alone. With whatever these creatures were who had no reaction to rocks getting tossed at them. He frowned at Kelsier at the mere suggestion he should touch it. "If you get your leg bitten," the vampire pointed out. "I know nothing of first aid to help you and really you'd just have yourself to blame. But by all means." He waved at the place where the rock had bounced. “Yeah, good point.” Kelsier glanced back down at the empty space, wishing his tin could let him see what was there. “It might not actually be here anymore.” He added after a moment. “We don’t know how quietly it can move, and we were throwing rocks at it.” the mistborn let out his breath through his teeth, his arms swinging at his sides as the nature of the situation began to seriously wear on his patience. And how much more dangerous would touching it be if they didn’t know what it was, anyway? It might bite his hand off, sure, but would leaving it alone actually be safer? It could just attack anyway if it wanted to, and at least they knew where it was right now. Wait a minute. “Do you see any fruit around here?” The newer blinker half turned to look at Maladict, then around the green plants, scanning them for reds and blues and purples that might mean fruit. Or flowers. He had to hesitate for a moment as his hazel gaze landed on one, he still couldn’t believe he was seeing it, growing and alive. "No," said Maladict without looking around. "These aren't fruit baring trees." He didn't bother waiting any more. He took several steps forward, past Kelsier, and leaved down. For a small second, his hand hovered over the place where he'd seen the rock bounce, and then he bridged the distance and ... felt the tips of his fingers lightly brush fur. He jerked back, expecting movement, then when he wasn't mauled by anything in a couple of seconds he leaned back over and started running his hand over the invisible creature. He looked up at Kelsier than back down again. "It is an animal." He could feel a set of ribs under his hand. "I'm not sure if it's alive or not." (Dead or just knocked out?)
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