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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 4, 2019 6:56:42 GMT -5
Rue blinked into the living room, her eyes very, very wide. “I don’t want to.” She said, her voice small and shaken, and she took a tremulous step back, then glanced down at the carpet and relaxed. She sort of folded into herself as the tension left her body, like a balloon deflating or a cat smoothing its puffed tail. She looked around, and her eyes found Kid. He looked....annoyed. Probably with something from his world, unless he just didn’t like blinking, which was difficult for her to comprehend. The House was like a safe haven far out of the reach of her own world, and the idea of never blinking again made her stomach clench painfully. Should she say anything? She didn’t know whether Kid was a safe person or not, and she didn’t really feel like taking risks at the moment. Maybe she should just head for the hall. She took another small step backwards, and her back bumped against the opposite wall, almost causing her to gasp. She choked it back, because she’d learned a long time ago that an involuntary sound could be the end of you. She would have to go right past the strange man with a scarf like a snake around his leg if she wanted to get to the hall. Maybe he would move? She stayed where she was, heart pounding, trying to think.
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 4, 2019 15:12:44 GMT -5
mostly mintedstar/fur zeph! & ®Hawkpath® Vincent dipped his head in a sheepish way, coyly avoiding Daud’s challenging look. Instead, he found Enjolras, watching the Frenchman take the device with a dark expression. When L appeared he shot the detective a dirty look as he ordered them back. He folded his hands behind his back, standing at full height to meet the glare that had been sent his way. He didn’t seem to plan on moving, but he became distracted by Myrnin’s stare before he could acknowledge any comments L had on his position. He lifted his eyebrows as the leech spoke, not looking towards Spinel when she spoke. “Note?” He asked her, not bothering with a glance in the strange creatures direction. “When did he have a note?” He asked, staring at Myrnin still. He seemed confident with who he believed ‘he’ was, hence his halt in asking Myrnin any further questions about where he was getting his information from. When the vampire looked back to him with his final comment the man merely smiled.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 4, 2019 17:19:07 GMT -5
Sherlock | Another Living Room | striderSherlock blinked in, eyes closed, the tips of his fingers pressed against his forehead like he had a bad headache. He noticed where he was from the change in airflow, mostly, also the smell, but he didn’t move. It was getting bad, fast. He could solve this, he had to be able to solve this, otherwise...no. No there was no otherwise. He would figure this out in time. He opened his eyes, resigning himself to dealing with the House at the same time as everything else in his head. He was going to run out of room and get overwhelmed if he didn’t delete something fairly soon, but there was nothing unimportant in his head at the moment. Why was everything so bloody important? “Helloooo House.” He muttered, sinking down into a chair. Maybe this was good. It gave him more time, didn’t it?
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Post by strider on Oct 4, 2019 17:25:44 GMT -5
Will | Living Room | <Raintalon> “Nice to meet you, Mei,” Will replied, following her gaze to the hallway. She was brave, he would give her that. But that also meant she was reckless, and he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. They could both get badly hurt, but he knew he couldn’t just leave her to explore a room alone. She had heard him, right? Don’t go into rooms alone? It was dangerous alone? He closed his eyes for a moment to stop any of those thoughts from being expressed verbally. “You’re not going alone,” he replied simply, pushing himself forward so that he could hold open the hallway door for her. It was only polite, right? Besides, he didn’t want her wandering off way far ahead of him and choosing a room before he could see where she was going. Then again she didn’t seem the type to do that. Of course, Will had no idea what she would do, he had only known her for a few minutes. “Choose wisely,” he added, as though it made any difference how wise a choice was. If a room was going to try to kill them, it would do so no matter how the person was choosing. “Every time you open a door it’s a different room, we think. So it doesn’t matter which door you open, I’ll likely have never seen the room before.” Not that he had been in too many of them… except the one he had died in. He still wasn’t over that.
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Post by strider on Oct 4, 2019 17:31:30 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah couldn’t help but smile. It was fun, getting to share something that he had enjoyed as a boy with someone who had never experienced it before. He frowned at the question, looking up at the sky as though he would find an answer there. “I don’t… actually know what the goal is, but we might as well have some fun while we’re here, right Amico?” Based on the question, he had a feeling that Amico didn’t get to have a whole lot of fun in his world. That was sad. Every little boy deserved the chance to have as much as they possibly could while they were still young without questioning whether it was what they were supposed to be doing. “Maybe we’re supposed to have a race once you get a little more used to balancing on the stick,” he suggested, looking into the distance. There didn’t seem to be a racetrack or anything, but he figured it would be fun. He would let the little boy win, of course, but not by much.
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Post by strider on Oct 4, 2019 17:45:34 GMT -5
Crutchie | Another Living Room | ®Hawkpath® Crutchie appeared, sprawled on the ground, crutch a few feet away from him. He was lucky that the House had been kind enough to blink that in with him. He cursed loudly once he was certain he was away from his world and dragged himself towards his crutch, pushing himself up into a standing position. His pants had ripped at the knee, which was less than ideal. He didn’t have enough to get a new pair yet, but luckily it wasn’t winter yet. It was cooling down, but not to the point that he was concerned. He reached for his cap, only to realize that the House hadn’t thought to blink that in as well. He turned, then, aware that he wasn’t alone. His cheeks colored upon recognizing the other blinkers. His jaw clenched and he took a few steps back. He wasn’t afraid of Sherlock or anything, but after last time… well, they weren’t on the best terms. “‘ello,” He greeted cautiously, his voice colder than he had meant it to be. He just… wasn’t sure how to deal with being with Sherlock again. He wasn’t used to spending extended periods of time with people he had clashed with so much.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 5, 2019 3:35:15 GMT -5
</div> To The Doctor, stepping out of the opening that Matt had created was like stepping into the story she'd been narrating. Or it was at first glance anyway. What she had been telling Matt had been the current predicament she had been in before she blinked in. But it wasn't. She could tell that after another glance around. This ship thrummed with an energy under her feet. It was moving, she was sure. She couldn't tell though. There weren't any windows. The space was much larger though. She looked back the way they'd come ... only to assess where both she and Matt had apparently been standing. It was a closet space. And Matt had kicked the door and part of the wall down. "Odd transition," The Doctor said, very curious. Then she glanced down at Matt and held out a hand to him so he could get up. "Yar not an idiot," she contradicted. "Yar human. Normal reaction. Heaven forbid yar normal." She nodded at the closet space. "House has done it again. Wonder if we tunneled into a room. Or maybe just didn't notice we blinked."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 5, 2019 9:30:52 GMT -5
Sherlock turned, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the boy on the floor, and the crutch several feet away. He took a step forward, then stopped himself as uncertainty set in. Was he supposed to help? Would that be insulting? Maybe he was supposed to just leave, considering that Crutchie definitely did not like him. He was saved from making a decision as the younger blinker made his own way to his feet, giving Sherlock the opportunity to look him over. His pants were torn, he looked as though he’d been in a fight, either in his world or in the House. Probably in his own world, since Sherlock was almost certain he hadn’t been there a moment ago. “What happened to you? Get in a fight?” He asked in an off hand tone that suggested he didn’t really care. “You look like something slammed into you. I suppose anyone willing to fight you must have done it out of anger, as you don’t exactly strike me as the type to go looking for trouble. Did you make someone mad somehow?”
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Post by strider on Oct 5, 2019 12:15:21 GMT -5
Crutchie | Living Room | ®Hawkpath® Crutchie grimaced. Once he made up his mind about someone it was usually made up for good, but he had been willing to chalk up the last experience they had to just bad timing on the part of the House for both of them. But it turned out that maybe Sherlock really was just a jerk. He shook his head incredulously, jaw clenched. He wasn’t going to have an outburst on Sherlock. He really didn’t need any enemies in the House. “Yes, by existing,” he replied, tone hard. His blue eyes, normally friendly, were steely as he looked in Sherlock’s direction. Of all of the moments to blink in vulnerable, this was quite probably the worst. “And it’s not much of a fight when it’s two on one and they take away your way of standing.” The words were muttered almost under his breath as he glanced down and tried to wipe off as much dust and dirt from his clothing as he could. He was lucky it had happened before he had bought papers for the day. They would have taken a beating when he tumbled to the ground.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 5, 2019 13:16:19 GMT -5
“Ah.” Sherlock had, of course, heard the muttered bit as well. “Not a fight then, an unfounded attack.” He nodded as though that had explained something for him. It didn’t mean much about Crutchie, it said more about the world he lived in. He met the boy’s hard eyes with his own intense, yet this time innocent blue ones, and he thought maybe Crutchie looked mad butnit could have been that he’d just been attacked. “Did you know them?” He asked, head tilted like an inquisitive parrot. “The people that attacked you? I could teach you some methods to defend yourself, even with your disability you should be able to use some of the basic methods, maybe not the kicks so much but I don’t see why could couldn’t pull off a good eye jab. Are you armed? Multiple attackers is worse, obviously, but if you can stop looking weak it should help a lot.” He bounced on his heels, waiting impatiently for an answer. Maybe they should do a room, the living room was awfully boring and Crutchie probably would be willing to talk more if he were forced to by the House, or otherwise distracted.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 5, 2019 19:43:40 GMT -5
Noah | Pogo Stick Room | mintedstar/fur Noah couldn’t help but smile. It was fun, getting to share something that he had enjoyed as a boy with someone who had never experienced it before. He frowned at the question, looking up at the sky as though he would find an answer there. “I don’t… actually know what the goal is, but we might as well have some fun while we’re here, right Amico?” Based on the question, he had a feeling that Amico didn’t get to have a whole lot of fun in his world. That was sad. Every little boy deserved the chance to have as much as they possibly could while they were still young without questioning whether it was what they were supposed to be doing. “Maybe we’re supposed to have a race once you get a little more used to balancing on the stick,” he suggested, looking into the distance. There didn’t seem to be a racetrack or anything, but he figured it would be fun. He would let the little boy win, of course, but not by much. Amico didn't get to have a lot of fun. That was very true. The idea that an exercise such as this could just be fore mindless fun and have no end time or goal was a foreign concept to him. The small boy looked down at the stick and gaped at it. "You can race with these?" The idea seemed to be both scary and exciting for him. "Have you done that before?" he asked Noah. He leaned into the ghost as if he could somehow can all the answers he needed by hanging of Noah's arm. "Help me get on again?" he suggested. He held up the pogo stick. "Tell me about you winning when ya did this before! Who were you racing? Were they fast?"
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 6, 2019 5:01:39 GMT -5
Rue blinked into the living room, her eyes very, very wide. “I don’t want to.” She said, her voice small and shaken, and she took a tremulous step back, then glanced down at the carpet and relaxed. She sort of folded into herself as the tension left her body, like a balloon deflating or a cat smoothing its puffed tail. She looked around, and her eyes found Kid. He looked....annoyed. Probably with something from his world, unless he just didn’t like blinking, which was difficult for her to comprehend. The House was like a safe haven far out of the reach of her own world, and the idea of never blinking again made her stomach clench painfully. Should she say anything? She didn’t know whether Kid was a safe person or not, and she didn’t really feel like taking risks at the moment. Maybe she should just head for the hall. She took another small step backwards, and her back bumped against the opposite wall, almost causing her to gasp. She choked it back, because she’d learned a long time ago that an involuntary sound could be the end of you. She would have to go right past the strange man with a scarf like a snake around his leg if she wanted to get to the hall. Maybe he would move? She stayed where she was, heart pounding, trying to think. Of course Kid noticed the skittish blinker as soon as she appeared. The only sign that he had, however, was the fact that the scarf twisting around his foot slowed ever so slightly. Hum. She seemed nervous, but he wasn't sure what sort of reaction would ease her mind. One arm slowly moved out perpendicular from the rest of his body and then with a bit of a flurry of his cape he bowed ... and bowed ... And suddenly the only thing left where he stood was a heap of cape and the young man was nowhere to be seen. That didn't mean he wasn't there. Slight of hand was fun, and he'd learned a couple more tricks. It was more flashy than a smoke bomb, but also less likely to spook the blinker, he hoped. He hoped from his position behind a couch.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 6, 2019 5:17:27 GMT -5
Kid growled low in his throat with frustration. He didn't have anything sharp. But he tried anyway, hitting his side of the glass with the bucket which came on the metal platform. It crumpled on impact, not even scratching the glass. Water fell below and the impact backlash hurt Kid's hands - already easy to ache and damage - caused him to gasp and drop the bucket. He curled his body over the railing, body tense, and unable to hold back the trembling as his hands hurt painfully. After several large gasps, he was able to focus on the glass again. To Sherlock, he said hoarsely, "No luck." He squinted through almost tear filled eyes at what was happening behind the glass. Sherlock was right about Suspect 2 noticing. They had, but where Kid had expected them to finish the job, something else happened. The image was shaking, like there was an earthquake behind the glass, but not where Kid and Sherlock were standing. Suspect 2 froze, head turning this way and that as if they were trying to locate the source of the movement. Kid's eyes narrowed. There was something about the shaking. It was almost like the movement of an earthquake, but it seemed too timed. Something niggled at the back of his mind, but if it was only shadows than he couldn't be quite sure. Suspect 2 seemed to get their bearings and then back away again, this time the intention behind them looking around was very different. Like they were checking that there wasn't anyone watching. Then they spun, and ran. Each step seemed to be practiced, like they were used to walking on the rocking scenery. It was only when Suspect 2 was out of sight that Kid noticed Suspect 1 was moving. Then Suspect 1 stood up, brushed themself off, and looked after Suspect 2. Kid gaped. Then the rocking scene started to move past his sight, like Suspect 1 was standing on a boat or a train. Or however this scene was being filmed or seen was on a train or a boat. Which was what Kid had suspected it was. Where they watching a video? "Sherlock," he pointed out, thinking about the scene they'd just seen more than anything else. "This is all just weird enough to feel like we're looking through a pair of really tall glasses." He shook his head though. "What did you think all that was? Suspect 1 ... wasn't that hurt? Or was the aim to frame Suspect 2?" Sherlock | Window Washing Room | mintedstar/fur Sherlock tensed at the sound of Kid’s gasp, and the crash as the bucket fell. He paced in front of the glass, then bounced on the balls of his feet in frustration as he was still unable to cross the barrier. “Kid? Are you alright?” He called sharply, ready to fight if something attacked. He didn’t know whether something had appeared on Kid’s side, or something else had happened, but that was the sound who made when something hurt. He relaxed a little at the voice of his friend, which meant he was okay. Okay-ish. Maybe fine was a better description. At any rate, he didn’t seem to be under attack, which meant something else had happened. An accident? It had happened when he’d tried to break the glass, which meant.... “How are your hands?” He asked, and it was hard to read him based on tone alone. It could have been his stuck-up overconfident tone or his genuinely-trying-not-to-be-too-annoying tone, and withoutnseeing his eyes, there was little difference between the two. He looked back at the glass, and continued to rub at it, almost absentmindedly picking the dirt away. The movements of the two suspects was predictable, with one attacking and one being attacked, obviously he didn’t know the background but he didn’t need to just yet. The information pouring in through his bright blue gaze was enough to give him a decently good sense of the situation, and he opened his mouth to explain it to his companion, but he never got the words out. Suspect 1 was alive. “Well...that changes things, doesn’t it?” He breathed, and a smile slowly rose up his expression. Now this was getting good. “Look at how Suspect 1 is moving. If he’s hurt, it’s very mild. He looks almost confident, unbothered, like...this was all planned. He meant for this to happen, and he knew perfectly well what he was doing too.” He chuckled, ran a gloved hand along the glass....and froze. There, uncovered by his efforts to see through his window, were names scratched into the glass as though his a sharp rock. Suspect 1 = John. Suspect 2 = Mary. "Just a bit," Kid muttered, answering to Sherlock's statement about the situation changing. It had. He was no longer sure what was going on. Oh, he had theories, but he wasn't completely sure. With a exasperated sigh, he also thought back to the question Sherlock had poised before everything with the silhouettes had derailed their respective attention. "Stiff. My hands are stiff." He didn't really care if it was stuck-up Sherlock talking or the Sherlock that actually cared. He didn't give much more detail than that. He didn't need to. Sherlock had seen how Kid had held his arms before they entered the room. One had clearly been broken and then badly mended and the slightly loose fitting suit didn't hide the bow in one of his arms. At the cusp of where his suit met his gloves the thinnest ring of scar tissue had probably been visible or Sherlock could have guessed it was there. Even if the detective hadn't deduced Kid's not quite human state yet, he would probably have deduced that the injuries Kid had sustained were probably from the situation that Kid had been in the last time Sherlock had heard of him. "'He?'" Kid checked, voice curious. He couldn't see the figure anymore, but he brought the image up in his mind's eye. Maybe. "I agree with you. Another question, however, is whether Suspect 2 is just another actor or whether Suspect 2 is really just ignorant of what Suspect 1 intended." It was a question Kid felt he had to put forth, even if he found it unlikely. He saw, though his side of the dirty window, Sherlock freeze. Sherlock did not tend to freeze. "What is it?" Kid asked, puzzled.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 6, 2019 5:25:41 GMT -5
(I believe just starting the room is in order. I noticed that you both never seem to be on at the same time to plot. XD ) Arthur | Camp fire story telling-nightmare-bad memory-whatever this room is | Auransky HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾtThe room that Arthur entered didn't really look like a room. It always threw him off when he moved from a room within a building to the outside without any visible transition between the two. He'd almost gotten used to that happening as a ghost, honestly. He'd walked through more walls like this than he might have liked. He spun around very slowly, looking up at the trees around where they were. The leaves were slowly slipping into colors of amber, whine, and deep chocolate browns. Autumn. Arthur whistled. It looked pretty. He looked earthward again, noticing most of these brightly colored leaves were littering the ground. It wasn't the only thing. As Arthur watched, a set of logs in the middle of the clearing set themselves alight as if by magic. Warm fire crackled to life, casting deep shadows over the trees. "Hum," commented Arthur. "Good for keeping away wolves I guess. We expected to explore, do you think?" This was addressed to either of his two traveling companions.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 6, 2019 16:47:00 GMT -5
Will | Living Room | <Raintalon> “Nice to meet you, Mei,” Will replied, following her gaze to the hallway. She was brave, he would give her that. But that also meant she was reckless, and he wasn’t sure how to respond to that. They could both get badly hurt, but he knew he couldn’t just leave her to explore a room alone. She had heard him, right? Don’t go into rooms alone? It was dangerous alone? He closed his eyes for a moment to stop any of those thoughts from being expressed verbally. “You’re not going alone,” he replied simply, pushing himself forward so that he could hold open the hallway door for her. It was only polite, right? Besides, he didn’t want her wandering off way far ahead of him and choosing a room before he could see where she was going. Then again she didn’t seem the type to do that. Of course, Will had no idea what she would do, he had only known her for a few minutes. “Choose wisely,” he added, as though it made any difference how wise a choice was. If a room was going to try to kill them, it would do so no matter how the person was choosing. “Every time you open a door it’s a different room, we think. So it doesn’t matter which door you open, I’ll likely have never seen the room before.” Not that he had been in too many of them… except the one he had died in. He still wasn’t over that. Mei watched Will push his way past her, almost blocking her way as he scrambled to hold the door for her. She kept her gaze on him, curious, as he expressed his intentions to come with her so firmly that it gave her little room to argue, had she even been planning to do so. She found it interesting that he seemed to have assumed that she would protest, when really, she just wanted to leave him the choice, regardless of which one he made. ”Okay,” she said simply, stepping carefully over the hallway threshold and into the hall. “Then, we’ll go together.” She frowned at his next statement, though, and paused, hand hovering over the nearest doorknob as she once again considered him. “You contradicted yourself,” she said to him, bluntly, but with her voice not straying from her usual soft tone. “You said ‘choose wisely’, and then said it doesn’t matter which door I open. There’s no way I can choose wisely if I have no choice at all.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 6, 2019 16:53:00 GMT -5
</div>Matt gave the Doctor a shaky nod, taking her hand and using it to pull himself up and out of the room. Briefly, he wondered if his legs would even hold his weight, but to his relief, he stayed standing even when he let go of her hand. “‘Normal’ might be an overstatement,” he told her, smiling wryly as he turned to assess the damage done to the wall. “But thanks. I probably would’ve been stuck in there a lot longer if nobody’d been there. Or if it was somebody who didn’t know what was wrong with me.” That happened sometimes. He never enjoyed trying to explain, through a panic attack, that he wasn’t having a heart attack and no, he didn’t need to go to the hospital. “You’re right,” he added, looking around in a circle to get an idea where he was. “Weird transition. It’s like the House heard your story and was like ‘yeah, that’s a great idea’, or something.” He paused, taking a little breath before fixing the Doctor with an enthusiastic smile. “Well. We’re here now, anyway. Wanna do some exploring? I’ve never gotten to see inside a spaceship before.”
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Post by Sησω on Oct 6, 2019 19:16:42 GMT -5
|| Anika || Spaceship Room || A huge dragon with five heads appeared in the spaceship room. It reeked of rot. Parts of its body lacked skin and scales, which led flesh and bone to be exposed. One of the dragon's heads, which was covered in dark orange scales, thought to herself, Please tell me this is a dream. Just please, let this be a dream. . . .She knew that nobody could answer her in her thoughts, but she just wanted it to be true. She wanted to wake up, to be back in her den. She wanted everything to continue how it had gone. What had happened to her - she couldn't accept it, and she hoped the sudden change of scenery proved it all to be a dream. Another one of the reptile's heads, which was covered in lavender scales, looked down towards the ground solemnly. "Whatever happens to me, I hope you're safe," she spoke softly. As for the change of scenery, sure someone or something had brought her here, wherever here was. She felt that someone was trying to destroy her, for the monster that she was a part of, what she'd been turned into. It's for the best, she thought to herself. A monster was the last thing she wanted to be, anyhow. All she knew was that there was someone she loved and cared about. They had loved and cared about her, too. She wanted them to be okay, and that was all she wished for. A third head, covered in dark green scales, looked around with a worried gaze. There's a clan I was tasked with protecting, and now I'm gone. Just how will they function without me? Despite noticing the change in scenery, her mind stayed occupied with thoughts about her home world. A fourth head, covered in chestnut brown scales, felt a similar way to the first. I just can't. This can't be. "I'm still alive. I'll wake up from this dream and see my twin sister again," she told herself repeatedly, as if waiting for something to happen. The fifth and final head, covered in gray scales, seemed the least upset out of the five. Everything has changed in so short of a time. Just what will become of me now? she wondered. She was worried, yes. A lot had happened in such a short time, most of which wasn't positive. However, her previous life hadn't been good either. Is my change for the better, or for the worse?She seemed almost unfazed by the change in scenery. It was like she hadn't noticed it at all. (I know Anika's form isn't updated on the joining page, but I swear I'll get to it soon!)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Oct 6, 2019 21:56:31 GMT -5
L straightened up, as much as he ever did, anyway. He began to stare at each person one by one, his head moving very slowly as though he worried he might miss some key bit of information if he so much as blinked. He reached up and tugged at a bit of his hair, then moved forwards, ignoring everyone but the man who refused to face him: Myrnin. He circled around in front of him and stared, his dark eyes wide and intense and filled with....something. He was not an easy person to read. “On the contrary, I think the order of blinks could be very important.” He said quietly, almost as though he were talking to no one else. Although he did shoot Spinel a quick, appraising glance as she spoke up. He looked back at Myrnin and searched the vampire’s green eyes. “Who had the note? And tell me exactly what you saw when you blinked in. Please leave nothing out.”
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Post by zeph! on Oct 7, 2019 19:54:36 GMT -5
Spinel nodded slightly. "Yup. It was in the bottle-thing. On the guy down there who died." She had a somewhat sense of what death was at this point- it was like the human version of shattering. At least, that was what Pink had described it as. And what it looked like at this point. So that was a human? She glanced down at the body again, looking slightly more interested now that she knew that. She hadn't met one before- nor any gems who looked like the others around her. Were they human too? Spinel beamed at the thought, excited to tell Pink once she returned from... wherever she was. (Yay, late posts- sorry again xD) (And thanks Shadepelt15 <3)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 8, 2019 1:25:54 GMT -5
Truly, The Doctor had not expected the sight she'd find outside of the small closet space. She certainly hadn't expected the dragon. "Oh," she said brightly. Apparently being surprised did not mean that she had to be scared. "Hello there." She turned partway back to Matt before she said, "Yes, it is a bit strange. Technically ... the story was just the place I had blinked out of. But yes, this does seem to be the House's way of showing ... approvel." Then she glanced back at the six headed dragon and added, "Yar a blinker, right? Or are ya a part of the room?" She hadn't actually seen Anika blink in. The Doctor had had her back turned to the whole situation so it had gone a bit over her head. "Well, either way, we were going to explore the ship. Want to come?" She thought it best Matt moved around a bit anyway.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 8, 2019 1:53:55 GMT -5
Myrnin's chin jutted out and he looked directly over L's head (which was easy enough considering L's hunched posture) at Touka. Still. Then he rolled his eyes and looked toward Vincent. L was a bit distracting, apparently, because Myrnin did not start on Vincent again (yet). Instead he turned his eyes downward to watch L. "I blinked in first," he said carefully. "I think I was here for about five minutes, but probably less, before any other blinkers turned up. I could smell death, but by the time I turned up here it was already spread around the room enough that I thought it was in the seats. I counted down the rows and looked but I got about halfway down before ..." He glanced around. "Lady Shade, Ghoul Girl, and Mr. Frenchman blinked in. I don't remember the order. Very soon after Marshmallow Stick Man and the others. Pink Elastic Person was late. So were you, Letter Boy. Pink Elastic Person and Annoying Boy are both new. Annoying Boy blinked out. So did Nico." He glanced down at L again after craning his neck around. "Once everyone blinked in, lights went out then flared bright and then we got the open curtain and this poor soul. Ghoul Girl and Lady Shade were the first to body - I wasn't far behind even though I wasn't actually trying." He rolled his eyes again. "Stone cold dead even by the time we reached him. As I said ... I could smell death all over when I blinked in. Enough that the body couldn't have been that fresh. Not while everyone was in the room. This room had to have been old - then the House decided to play murder mystery." He tutted. "Does that answer your question?" It didn't. He was completely ignoring mentions of the note even though Vincent and Spinel and L were all asking him the same question. Maybe to avoid the question - maybe just to pick off where he'd clearly left off - he sauntered around L and then ... speedily ... ended up right next to Vincent. Myrnin reached out and gently, but firmly, tugged a lock of the other man's hair. "Was that a hair flip?" he said, deep askance in his voice. He let go of Vincent's hair and added dryly, as if turning a culprit in, "And 'Joey' has perfume on. So does this man." He preceded to sniff the hand he'd used to tug Vincent's hair. Then he leaned forward, face far too close to Vincent's. "Yoooooooou wouldn't happen to have the same brand, or something, would you?" Each vowel was drawn out and Myrnin's eyes were very wide. Then they shifted to the side. The only one they could possibly be focusing on was Touka and once again the vampires lips quirked downward. Again he was trying to get her attention - though only Vincent was probably close enough to tell - and apparently bugging Vincent was the next best thing possible. The vampire's eyes slid back to Vincent and his lips curled back into a manic smile. "Oooo! I think I've seen this on TV! Were you Joey's boyfriend or something! I think that was how that episode ended!" He seemed rather happy at the prospect of this wildly baseless assumption. "Should I be jealous or should I just say the poor bastard is better off dead? I'm really at a bit of an impasse."
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Oct 8, 2019 12:06:55 GMT -5
I think I’m posting out of turn but this almost entirely mintedstar/fur so I hope it’s alright!!) Vincent narrowed his eyes and L at Spinel’s accounts, eyeing the corpse sideways. He lifted his gaze just as Myrnin appeared at his side, the sharp tensing of his shoulders acting a subtle jump of surprise. He parted his lips briefly, then closed them with a scowl as his head was jerked back from Myrnin grabbing his hair. “Huh?” He said innocently, voice slightly strained from the pain or, more likely so, his attempts to suppress his laughter. He giggled as the vampire released him, stepping sideways hastily. “Are you going back to this?” He asked with a tired sigh, running his fingers through his hair with his chin lifted, gazing down at Myrnin. He went quiet for a moment, then raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Are we wearing the same cologne?” He didn’t seemed fazed by threat of sharp teeth being so close to his face, smirking back at Myrnin without hesitating. “Don’t just say that to make me look bad, what if people start suspecting you?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow slightly as Myrnin shot Touka a sideways look. His expression went stoney for a very short moment, watching Touka carefully before Myrnin started up again. “Boyfriend?” He echoed, sounding baffled. Then, sharply, he laughed. “Learn my type,” he replied with a scoff, sending the body a disapproving glance. He reached up, absent in his movements, and tugged at the button of Myrnin’s waistcoat closest to the exposed neck. He wasn’t looking at his work, rather, he just seemed to want something to mess with as he went on with his should-be too uncomfortably close conversation. “Jealous.” He hummed, spinning the button clockwise as far as the strings would allow, perhaps pulling them a bit past that point. “Did you ever get around to telling me your preferences?” He asked, hesitating to allow room for any misinterpretations. “The way blood taste, what were you saying about that?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 8, 2019 16:02:06 GMT -5
Myrnin spluttered - spluttered. As if he had somehow expected any different reaction from Vincent. And then it was clear that the splutter wasn't one of frustration … but laughter. Now, it seemed fairly likely that it was one of actually amusement as well, not mocking Vincent. "I could interrupt that as concern for my safety and, frankly, a shocking lack of respect for your own." He poked Vincent in the chest with an index finger. "As for pointing fingers … I could. As for … oh it's called cologne … I don't know, you tell me." His grin was barbed, though his fangs weren't actually down. He clearly did know. Vincent kept eyeing him and it was frankly throwing Myrnin off slightly. His tongue clicked annoyingly against his teeth. "Can't learn your type. You're a stick in the mud when it comes to answering questions. If I asked, you'd just answer with 'hum.'" The sound rose an octave as soon as Vincent dared to touch an item of his clothing again. It was very clear what he was thinking, because it was written all over his face. It was a very clear "???". As if Vincent had suddenly started speaking a language that the vampire almost understood, and the bits he did were sending very confused messages. He let Vincent fiddle with the button, though the "???" expression remained. After what seemed like a steady five seconds he looked to the left and whined at Enjolras, "Freeeeenchman, your smart, right? Is he flirting? I can't telllll." It was hard to tell if he was distressed that he couldn't tell or if he was distressed that Vincent might indeed be doing so. He looked back at Vincent and then down at the button he was playing with. "It's my beeeeest waistcoat," he added. "And he's ripping the string on the button. I can heeear it." He stuck his face into Vincent's personal space and pouted. "My "preference" doesn't break my waistcoats. My other "preference" talks to me like I'm not just a set of fangs. Yooooou figure out which is which." He clucked disapprovingly, then seemed to think better of it and smiled. Once again his expression seemed to have made a complete 360. "Ooooo. But apparently Claire told me mines the pink, lavender, and blue one. Does that help?" His voice was just chipper now and he looked around at everyone else as if he'd had some sort of revelation. Then he staged whispered to Vince, "But you're distracting me from the murder, so maybe go away somewhere?" He flapped his arms in a random direction - then shot Enjolras a look which could be interpreted that he was going to have a very confused chat with the Frenchman at the earliest possible time. Then he looked at Touka … again.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 8, 2019 16:14:00 GMT -5
Touka | M&M room | mintedstar/fur mostly and also ~∂єѕтιиу|It didn’t take Touka long to notice Myrnin’s desperate attempts to get her attention - after all, she’d been watching Vince and his whole interaction with an expression of heightening disgust for several long minutes now. As he glanced over her not once, not twice, but three times, she sighed, standing up and going to rejoin the main group. She dragged her feet on her way over, but seemed determined to make it to Myrnin despite her obvious lack of enthusiasm. Once she arrived at the scene, she shoved her way in between the vampire and Vincent, shoving Vincent off to the side a little harder than was strictly necessary. Nearly hard enough to knock him over, probably, considering her strength. “Can you two just...cut it out?” she said, tone exasperated as she kept herself firmly in the middle of the two of them. “Or get a room. Either way, I don’t really care, but neither of you are doing anything even slightly helpful to solve this murder, and I really want to get out of here sometime in the next twenty years.” She fixed her eyes on Myrnin, raising an eyebrow. “Did you want something? Saw you staring.”
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Oct 8, 2019 19:19:10 GMT -5
The second Sandalphon passed through the doorway, he was greeted with the crunch of fallen leaves under his boots and the sight of a quaint clearing bearing a full pallet of fall colors. While the sudden change was still startling, it was barely reflected in his demeanor at all, with only the slight widening of his eyes hinting at any suprise. Now that he knew the doorways in the house could lead to seemingly anywhere, it was a bit easier to subdue his reactions to the whole thing. At least on the outside that was... His internal feelings on the matter were a whole other story. This nonsense still didn't feel real to him, but mere illusions didn't send one home covered in wounds and unconscious. A gentle breeze ruffled both his hair and clothes, holding the traces of incoming winter. It's refreshing touch drew an almost serene expression onto the archangel's face, as he cast his gaze around to take in more of the pristine scenery surrounding them. Yes. It was indeed quite pretty. What a shame there was no way to make any coffee here, it was the perfect setting for enjoying a few brews. The collage of fall colors that painted the nature around them and made it pleasing to the eyes... The chilly air that wasn't quite cold, but still was enough to make one wish for something warm to drink... The peace and qui- "Hmm?" Arthur managed to pry Sandalphon out of his thoughts, drawing his attention to the fire nearby, although he had missed it igniting itself. Was that a... campfire? Just sitting, unattended in the middle of this open clearing? Suspicion instantly sprouted within the Primarch's mind, especially since he couldn't detect the presence of anyone else around who might have left it there. Something like that reeked of obvious danger. "Even knowing what little I do of this place, I feel wolves would be the least of our worries here." Not that wolves would actually be trouble anyway... What threat were mere beasts when a Primal, let alone a Primarch, was around? "But yes, we might as well look around." Since the fire was an obvious place to start, that was the archangel's destination as he began walking again. mintedstar/fur Auransky
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Post by Sησω on Oct 8, 2019 19:51:10 GMT -5
|| Anika || Spaceship Room The head that was covered in orange scales looked down at the two beings on the ground. "I guess I'm part of the room, as I'm in it. What is a blinker?" she inquired. It was a term she'd never heard of before. She didn't answer the second question, but she wasn't against exploring the ship. If there was anything she wanted to do to pass time until this dream ended, it was anything other than focusing on the fact that she shared a body with any other dragons. The green-scaled head moved in front of the orange-scaled one, also aiming to get a look at Matt and The Doctor. "Where are we and who are you?" she asked. She'd also been about to ask the question as to what blinkers were, but her words had been stolen from her. The thoughts that had been troubling her from her home world were still in the back of her mind, but she found that it was a better idea to focus on the basics first. The lavender-scaled head briefly glanced at Matt and The Doctor, but then returned her gaze towards the ground. She was anxious and afraid. If she was still living, then her heart would've been beating rapidly. Her mind stayed stuck to the things she'd been thinking about. If she got destroyed, what would come afterwards? The idea of disappearing forever was almost more terrifying than being part of a five-headed monstrosity. The partially skeletal gray-scaled head looked in the same direction as her green and orange companions. Her crimson gaze rested on the people on the ground, but she said no words. The brown-scaled head occasionally shot a quick glance around the room or at The Doctor and Matt, but she mostly kept her eyes closed. "This is a dream. I'm alive. This is a dream. I'm alive," she continued to repeat to herself.
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You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Oct 8, 2019 20:36:16 GMT -5
Daud | M&M Room | Mostly L Daud shrugged as L questioned him, crossing his arms over his chest. "I assume we all came in around the same time, but I was not the first one here if that's what you are asking." His gaze slid over to Myrnin as he considered the latter part of L's question. He watched silently as L stalked over to Myrnin, confronting him in a cold, calculating manner. Interest sparked in Daud's eye as he considered L. He slipped forward, gaze skipping between Myrnin and L until Myrnin whipped away to continue whatever it was he was doing with Vincent. Lip curling as he watched the two begin their game again, he turned to L. "They have been doing this the entire time," he said, watching the pair out of the corner of his eye. "The... vampire, was it? Has been raving about death and making accusations the entire time while saying it is useless to accuse people." His icy gaze then turned toward Touka. "When she found the device he's holding," he gestured toward Enjolras, "she tried to hide it away to listen by herself."
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Post by <Raintalon> on Oct 8, 2019 23:16:06 GMT -5
Matt | Spaceship Room | mintedstar/fur SnowStorm |Matt’s reaction to the dragon was, perhaps, not exactly what the Doctor would’ve expected. He only flinched slightly in surprise when she blinked in, and instead of cowering, offered her a smile, holding up a hand to wave. “Hey there! My name’s Matt, and this is the Doc. It’s...kinda hard to explain, but this isn’t your world anymore. It’s like...an alternate dimension. Don’t worry if anything was happening when you left, you’ll go back to the exact same time when you blink out.” He paused, then took a step closer, cautiously extending a hand. “Woah there. Don’t worry, you’re fine. I know it can be a little disorienting, but this place really isn’t so bad once you get used to it. You can stick with us for now, if you want?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 9, 2019 21:44:39 GMT -5
It seemed like Matt had already covered the general introduction to the House. The Doctor was pleased. She wasn't that pleased with what Anika was talking about. She looked the many headed dragon over and chewed her lip. She was specifically watching the quiet heads and the one which was repeating a mantra over and over again. All of them seemed to have different personalities and all of them seemed to be ... unused or unaware of the others company. She was reminded of ... something ... something pulling at the back of her mind. But if she tried to grab it she couldn't quite grasp it. Instead, she glanced at Matt than Anika again. "Of course," she reinforced. "Please do come along. We were going this way." They hadn't really decided, but it was the direction which wasn't taken up by a many headed dragon so it seemed like the best bet.
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