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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 7, 2016 23:57:28 GMT -5
(idek what to do with Danny, he's just standing there watching them others talk I think xD
>>Eises )
Kurt appeared with a "omph" sound, folding across the back of the couch as he collided with it at a jog. He lay there for a moment, before pushing his torso up and shaking his hair out of his face, only to see Eises sitting a few inches away. "Uh." He offered an awkward fanged grin. "Hallo."
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 7, 2016 23:58:48 GMT -5
Frantic footsteps echoed throughout the House's halls (kind of near the living room) as a green dart flitted past room after room, breathing hard and heavy as his brain failed to process anything that was going on around him. He could only remember Jet Star screaming "Leave him he's dead!" and the sickening sound of skin and fabric sliding against Route Guano... oh no... blood has painted that street once again...
(other child is here and ready to party (or cry either one tbh))
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Post by Numquam on Nov 8, 2016 0:08:09 GMT -5
Eises turned her head over to a young blue figure that suddenly appeared right next to her. She blinked her eye several times before realising who it was. Her shoulders tensed and her eye twitched. While she and the young teen only spoke once, she clearly remembered his accent before he even spoke. Hearing his voice yet again, a painful feeling spread across her chest for several moments. She tried her best to ignore the feeling as she cleared her throat, "H-Hello." she replied. She was nervous to speak to him, the greeting was all she could stutter out.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 8, 2016 0:12:29 GMT -5
Arlo blinked in, leaning against the wall with a small book in her hand. She flipped through a few pages as if searching for something before looking up as she realized she'd blinked. There were more people in the house than there had been last time, including some newbies who still looked a little confused. ( Poke Danny in the shoulder and scare the non-existent living daylights out of him xD )
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 8, 2016 0:15:37 GMT -5
Azel's eye narrowed when she noticed the a few newbies had appeared in the house this time around. "Is it that time again? At least there's no kids this time..." Yawning, she decided to head into the hallway before she had to give the 'Welcome to the fun, sorry, Paradox house', speil again. Upon reaching the door, a figure raced by just as she was about to pass through. "I guess Speedy Gonzalez got sucked in too this time." The hybrid mused, watching the other speed down the hall. After a few seconds, she glanced at the other end. "Aaaany minute now."
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Post by Ver Million on Nov 8, 2016 0:19:15 GMT -5
Straying away from the group, Bass sauntered through the halls of the house out of sheer boredom. He suddenly halted when he detected an unfamiliar noise ringing throughout the vast halls. Narrowing his eyes, his hand morphed into his Bass Buster and he aimed the canon-like weapon at the hall. "Alright, coward," He growled, searching for the source of the strange noise, "If you want a fight, then I'll give you one!" However, instead of seeing some kind of monstrosity, the robot's gaze locked on a rather frantic male. He sighed loudly, wondering if the person was another newbie. "Hey, you! What are doing in the halls?" He questioned skeptically, refusing to lower his weapon. Overhearing another voice, Bass glanced curiously at Azel, yet was rather baffled by her reference. "Speedy...wha?"
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Tidestripe
Pronouns: he/him, xey/xem, ey/em
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Post by Tidestripe on Nov 8, 2016 0:24:54 GMT -5
Was the vampire really trying to get Marisa to admit she stole all those books? "It's totally a magician thing, ze." She "explained", setting the books on the floor and moving them towards Flandre with a foot. "Do ya know anyone in the House? Or anythin' about the other rooms here?" Marisa questioned, attempting to get the conversation away from the grimoires. "Um..." Well, the answer to that is more complicated then probably expected. "...according to some people I used to know, but... I don't remember any of it..." Flandre's gaze shifted downwards with a sigh, wings drooping.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 8, 2016 0:29:29 GMT -5
Eises turned her head over to a young blue figure that suddenly appeared right next to her. She blinked her eye several times before realising who it was. Her shoulders tensed and her eye twitched. While she and the young teen only spoke once, she clearly remembered his accent before he even spoke. Hearing his voice yet again, a painful feeling spread across her chest for several moments. She tried her best to ignore the feeling as she cleared her throat, "H-Hello." she replied. She was nervous to speak to him, the greeting was all she could stutter out. "I von't bite." Kurt promised. "I'm a harmless blue fuzzball, really." He teleported to sit perched on the other arm of the couch, tail flipping apprehensively even as he tried to be reassuring. "I'm Kurt, vhat's your name?"
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 8, 2016 0:33:00 GMT -5
Straying away from the group, Bass sauntered through the halls of the house out of sheer boredom. He suddenly halted when he detected an unfamiliar noise ringing throughout the vast halls. Narrowing his eyes, his hand morphed into his Bass Buster and he aimed the canon-like weapon at the hall. "Alright, coward," He growled, searching for the source of the strange noise, "If you want a fight, then I'll give you one!" However, instead of seeing some kind of monstrosity, the robot's gaze locked on a rather frantic male. He sighed loudly, wondering if the person was another newbie. "Hey, you! What are doing in the halls?" He questioned skeptically, refusing to lower his weapon. Overhearing another voice, Bass glanced curiously at Azel, yet was rather baffled by her reference. "Speedy...wha?" The man froze completely, skidding to a sudden halt in the halls. He knew a gun was being aimed at him, the familiar feeling rushing back to the green blur. But he found he couldn't speak, for what had happened just several moments earlier still was seared onto his eyelids. So he just stopped and stood there, his back facing the other.... thing, and he started to shake out of nervousness and fright. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't know what was going on, he wanted to get back on the Zones. And he wanted to get back on them now.
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Scrampus
twinken toes
Pronouns: they/them, she/her
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 8, 2016 0:34:08 GMT -5
Mob blinked in while in he middle of his club's daily jog, which caused the middle schooler to stumble and, rather unluckily, trip over the jug of detergent that Komaeda had set on the floor.
Let's watch in slow motion; There's the bowlcut wonder, red in the face and sweaty as a pig, hurdling towards the floor in a familiar scenario to the first time he blinked in, foot caught on the jug, and a gallon of detergent tipping over as a flood of blue pouring out onto the unfortunate floor of the House.
... Or so it seemed.
Almost instantly, hands extended in front of him, Shigeo used telekinesis to flip himself over, back on his feet, and freeze the detergent in place to keep it from making contact with the carpet. As if it were a scene being played in reverse, the jug shifted back, the liquid slipping back inside, before settling. Mob's hair, once floating around him, settled back into place curtly, as the boy huffed loudly.
"That was... A close call." He coughed, before glancing up at Komaeda. He didn't recognize this guy, either... "You should be careful where you put your things."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 8, 2016 0:39:52 GMT -5
"Speedy Gonzalez, you know the mouse who... You know what, Nevermind." Azel waved a hand dismissively, knowing the robot probably would have no clue what she was talking about. When the other guy finally came to a stop nearby, she simply gave him a unamused look. "Run so fast with your legs, you forgot how to move your lips?" Azel poked fun at the newbie as she noted how he didn't immediately ask where he was, like others usually did.
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Post by Numquam on Nov 8, 2016 0:40:41 GMT -5
Whether or not the blue teen was harmful didn't concern Eises in the least. That wasn't what she was so nervous about, but she was afraid of speaking of it at this moment. "R-Right...I'm..." She bit her lip momentarily, "I'm..." The semitheian hesitated, she wasn't as embarrassed giving out her new name to other blinkers before, but...This person here understood German, right? At least she assumed so given his accent. He would definitely laugh, but she wasn't comfortable giving out her real name to people she barely knew. "J-Just call me Eises." She finally said, "I-It's...It's nice to meet you Kurt." she tried giving a convincing smile, but it was obvious how shakey it turned out.
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bright knight
please for the love of god let me change my username
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Post by bright knight on Nov 8, 2016 0:50:52 GMT -5
When Mob blinked in, all Komaeda could do was helplessly watch. And only one thought came to him when he saw that the detergent was going down in the collision.
...Of course. One bad thing after another...
What came as a shock to him, though, was the boy seemingly floating back to his feet, then the liquid tmiraculously retreating back into the container. Of course, it was easy to deduce who was responsible for such a thing, since everyone else seemed occupied with a conversation or something of the like. So, he raised his hands, clapping them together, seemingly not bothered by the stickiness of his left. "Wow! Amazing...!" He remarked with awe, interest clear on his face.
When Mob commented on his carelessness, Komaeda could only laugh sheepishly in response. "I suppose so. Then again, I wasn't really expecting someone to suddenly appear and trip over it..." Shaking his head, the lucky student decided to get to the more interesting topic at hand. "Nevermind me, though. What was that you did just now? Magic, perhaps...?"
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 8, 2016 0:51:25 GMT -5
Kurt cracked a grin. "Nice to meet you as vell. I don't usually get to hang out vith the 'cool' people." He bit his lip to smother a laugh, even he could tell that was a terrible pun. And what if she was self conscience about it? "Uh." He struggled to come up with something else to say to get past the awkward moment. "I uh, don't suppose you are a mutant, are you?" Nope, we has doomed to be awkward forever
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Post by Ver Million on Nov 8, 2016 0:52:35 GMT -5
Bass rolled his eyes at Azel's comment, muttering about how bizarre some of the house members were. Surprised by how the green blur didn't react or speak to them, the robot titled his head curiously before he lowered his buster. Maybe the stranger didn't know how to fight? Transforming his buster back into his hand, he groaned vexedly as he folded his arms over his chest. "You're not gonna ask where you are or anything like that?" He asked, his interest piqued as he pondered whether the man was human or not. After all, no human could move that swiftly, right?
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 8, 2016 0:59:02 GMT -5
The Japanese sun on the back of his green vest glinted in the light as the man's kind of panicky breathing picked up in pace, and soon eh was whirling around with his green raygun in hand, trying to fire quickly so that they would be gone. But there were only clicks echoing through the quiet halls, not bangs like expected.
"Oh sh/t!" The man yelled, his shaking hands dropping his raygun as he held his hands up in surrender. Please make this quick... He thought as he screwed his eyes shut, backing up and shaking even more now. "Please don't hurt me... please don't hurt me..." He whispered, and he scoffed at himself. He was being cowardly right now, what he really should be doing is defiantly standing up to these people and giving them a little sass from Party Poison. God, he could barely think of that redhead... what had happened to him. And what Kobra would've thought.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 8, 2016 0:59:50 GMT -5
(sorry if my posts are sub-par i am really tired although i don't want to have them blink out just yet)
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Post by Numquam on Nov 8, 2016 1:01:22 GMT -5
Normally, Eises would've pinched the bridge of her nose at such a pun, but she was too much of a nervous wreck to do so now. Instead, she gave a nervous and fake laugh in response. She was relieved he at least didn't make fun of her new name unlike a certain person back home. "A-A mutant?" she flattened her ears in confusion. She didn't know whether to take it as an insult or not. "N-No, I'm semitheian." She briefly looked away with a pause before returning her gaze to Kurt, "W-Why do you ask?"
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 8, 2016 1:07:43 GMT -5
(They're fine! XP)
When the guy began what appeared to be begging for mercy, Azel couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Not here too." She had enough of this kind of thing back home. However, her attention was quickly taken by the discarded ray gun. Bending down to pick it up, the hybridcs eyes began to shine excitedly. "Ohh, what's this?" She purred, beginning to mess around with the weapon. Playfully she pointed it at Bass. "Put yer hands up, shunny." She mocked, putting up a stereotypical mobster accent.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 8, 2016 1:08:20 GMT -5
"I vas just zhinking." Kurt rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I am, and I vas vondering... vith the ears and all. I remember now zhough, you told me zhat before." He glanced back at her, pupiless eyes simultaneously appologetic for his last comment and curious to learn more about her. "[ Do you speak german? ]"
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Scrampus
twinken toes
Pronouns: they/them, she/her
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 8, 2016 1:12:55 GMT -5
Mob shifted to a more natural standing position, his face still fairly red as he heaved, trying to catch his breath. He was just jogging, after all.
"That is a good point... Eh?" He looked up at Komaeda, his face a little more expressive than usual, due to his fatigue. "No, it's not magic... It's telekinesis." Shigeo's expression turned sheepish, a slight smile forming on his lips. "I'm an ESPer."
It felt a little strange admitting that to a stranger, especially since he had not only used his powers in the House before... But it was also felt pretty nice to get it off of his chest. Mob liked being able to be open about his abilities.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 8, 2016 1:13:13 GMT -5
((sorry i poofed again
@aves i didn't realize he was still there xD I'll type up a post real quick ))
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bright knight
please for the love of god let me change my username
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Post by bright knight on Nov 8, 2016 1:18:32 GMT -5
"Ah, right, right," Komaeda nodded, supposing that things like magic and ESP and all that must vary from world to world. It was a very interesting concept and, for a moment, he thought about how truly blessed someone like him was to be able to visit a place brimming with talent and more. Truly, completely, and utterly blessed. Good luck had paid off after all.
"What can you do as an ESPer? Just telekinesis...?" He started with asking about his powers, as that was the most interesting part of the conversation by far. "And, not to waste it on useless things, but... is it possible for you to clean up my hand a little?" Komaeda was referring to his sticky leftie, of course.
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Post by Numquam on Nov 8, 2016 1:19:16 GMT -5
"I...I see." Eises gave his response a bit of thought. Were mutants his world's version of semitheians? "What are...these mutants like?" she asked, tilting her head a little to the side. She blinked in confusion for a few moments, something about the way he spoke seemed...different suddenly. Her ears twitched and she nodded, "A-Ah, yes I do...Are you..." she paused again, the familiar and painful feeling returning to her chest, "...from Germany?"
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Post by Ver Million on Nov 8, 2016 1:20:38 GMT -5
For a second, Bass was taken aback by the man's sudden begging. Sure, he enjoyed making him opponents grovel beneath him, yet why did he feel...conflicted? He scoffed softly and shook his head. Maybe that ridiculous Blue Bomber's justice lecture was starting to rub off on him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," He grumbled nonchalantly, "Just relax already? Why would I waste my power on trying to defeat you, huh?" Before he could ask any more questions, his interest was stolen by Azel and the ray gun she held in her hands. "Gimme that! I wanna see it!" He petulantly declared, attempting to reach for the object despite his rather short stature.
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Post by John 3:16 on Nov 8, 2016 1:32:53 GMT -5
Suddenly, the man's hands dropped, and he felt a flash of annoyance through him. It felt like they were mocking him, and everyone living in the Diner at this moment knew that Fun Ghoul did not like to be mocked. Nobody did, really, but Ghoul took it farther and took it more personally, but that last part was not really known. So, almost all fear gone, he strutted right up to the two and snatched his raygun right out their hands with ease, despite his 5'6 self. He had to go through hell to get that thing (they cost 15,000 carbons a piece!) and then a couple days more because Poison kept whining about it being "bland", so he took it and painted it for him.
"Oh, you like it, don't you?" He mocked right back, tracing the white lettering and the Frankenstein sticker on the barrel with his finger. "Well too bad, honey, it's mine." And practically useless. God, he needed a break from all this. From what had happened on Route Guano to people seemingly mocking him, if he could have just five minutes to rest he would gladly take it.
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Post by »ƑαƖcση on Nov 8, 2016 1:35:39 GMT -5
[speaking in german, so it's heard in English/whatever other language without a German accent ]
Kurt's eyes widened. "That's so cool! No one else I know speaks German. This is great." It had been a while since he had gotten to use his mother tongue. "Yes, I was born there. In Bavaria? It's small, most people haven't heard of it. The Bavarian Circus is from there though." He took a moment to process her first question, leaning back on the couch and crossing his legs in thought. "They're kind of like.... everything but totally human. I mean, we are human, but we have the X gene which gives us powers or changes how we look." He gestured to himself. "A lot of mutants can pass for normal humans, but some of us cannot."
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Scrampus
twinken toes
Pronouns: they/them, she/her
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Post by Scrampus on Nov 8, 2016 1:38:57 GMT -5
He blinked, trying to think. It was hard to give specifics; a lot of the times things just happened. Maybe his friend, Teru, or even his brother, would be able to answer this question... They seemed to work really hard to hone and train their ESP. But it was never that way for Mob.
"I can do lots of things. Telekinesis is just one- I can, um, make barriers... and I can exorcise spirits..." The middle schooler trailed off, trying to think of what to say. There was a wide range of things that could be done with psychic powers, it was hard to think of everything off the top of his head!
However, he would just leave it at that for the time being, as Komaeda requested for a little help with, uh, a sticky hand problem. Shigeo took a look at, trying to think of what would be the best course of action to help. "Mmh... I'll see what I can do. But after I help, we should probably introduce ourselves." He said, his bored expression contradicting the gentle, friendly tone of his voice.
Mob made no movements, yet his hair began to sway once more despite the fact there was no draft. Within moments, the detergent residue began to peel back, and fall to the floor. Sound the victory trumpets!
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 8, 2016 1:42:01 GMT -5
"Well then you have to get it!" Azel snickered, doing her best to hold it out of the bot's reach. With her being distracted with Bass, she didn't offer up too much resistance when the gun's owner reclaimed it. Face turning serious again, she lay back against the wall behind her. "It was fun while it lasted." Typical newbie, no fun whatsoever. "You going to start throwing questions at us now that you learned how to speak?" The Nephillium asked, reaching into one of her pockets and pulling out a white feather. With a snap of her fingers, it lit up on fire like a match. The fire cast a glow on her heterochromatic eyes, quiet satisfaction visible on her face at watching the thing burn. Everyone she saw this, she thought of the day that that who it belonged to would fall.
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