Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 11, 2019 12:09:57 GMT -5
Short legs or long legs, either way Myrnin could have traveled faster. Vampires were just like that. His speed, for the most part, matched Nico's. It was brisk as well, but in intention more than speed. "It is well made," he confirmed. "At least it should be. When most of the craftsmanship is mine." It was a statement of fact more than a point of pride. Myrnin was just stating a fact and not much more. He was impressed at Nico's sense of direction, though they trailed a bit too far. Myrnin assured this was because of the ten years difference in the town in Nico's memory and the one in reality. They still got to their destination just the same. It had not changed in ten years. To get to Myrnin's lab, it was a matter of going down an alleyway which narrowed the closer to the end they got. Like a funnel with only one possible destination. At the end was an old wooden fence which had mostly been stripped of boards. It might once have been a close fence, but was now virtually useless at keeping anyone out. Myrnin didn't bother with finding a gate and instead stepped through between where a board had been. Beyond, the house was in the same condition as the fence. Holes were in the side. There was a new door, along with a newish iron padlock on it. What good that did when there were holes big enough to walk through was anyone's guess. Myrnin even too the time to unbolt the door and push it open. Beyond was something a bit more familiar. There was the dusty floor, marred with footprints. The footprints all led one way. To the trapdoor in the middle of the floor, which when opened, revealed a set of concrete stairs which descended into darkness. Myrnin looked around. "Now this I can show you. Come on. I put in motion sensing lights." He bounced down the stairs three at a time, excitedly looking back. "Come on!" He repeated. "I have something to show you!"
It was interesting to Nico, that after having what seemed like so much in his life, Myrnin was surprisingly humble. Nico liked that about him. Maybe it was just because how could one take credit for so much and continue bragging about it forever, when the rest of the world around them remained equally unchanged and had probably heard the bragging too many times to put up with it any longer? Or perhaps it was because when you had thousands of lifetimes to perfect something, there was no longer the pride that came with perfecting it. Or perhaps Myrnin had always been humble and had merely regarded his successes as a fact of life rather than something to boast about. Either way, something about Myrnin’s tone stuck in Nico’s mind. Nico, for his part, was surprised he still remembered the path he had tread in what seemed almost like a dream now - someone else’s life that he’d just gotten to see snippets of. He was impressed, too, by how little things had changed. In New York, it seemed like everything was changing all the time. The landmarks you looked for became certain aspects of buildings, not necessarily what those buildings held, because stores and common tourist places tended to change on a dime. Not to mention there was constantly construction everywhere. Yet Nico had always had a good memory when it came down to directions. Not necessarily when it came to much else. It was eerie, entering the area for the first time in real life. It felt like he had been there before, while also seeming like something entirely new. It was interesting, what the House had done to him. Nico was small enough to duck in behind where Myrnin had entered, thankful that they hadn’t had to take the time to unlock the now useless gate. The house seemed… old, to say the least. Like Myrnin had lived there for the better part of his long life and had really never bothered to fix the building up when it began to fall into disrepair. Which, given Myrnin’s tendency to focus on what was really important in his mind rather than secondary tasks - well… Nico wasn’t really surprised. He couldn’t tell quite what, but he got the feeling that one needed to walk through the door to see what was really inside. He had a feeling that part at least worked something like the Mist did. Or maybe the rest of the house was just surrounded by traps. Though traps didn’t really seem Myrnin’s style. Then the pace changed and Nico found himself racing behind Myrnin, oddly excited to see whatever it was the vampire wanted to show him. Truth be told, he was monumentally curious. “Wait up!” he called, almost laughing. “Some of us can’t move as fast as a vampire can!”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 9, 2019 17:17:39 GMT -5
Asking Myrnin to stop when he had gotten started was next to impossible. Having him keep up the same speed with anyone was difficult enough. The man was made for skipping ahead of anyone he met and shouting back at you. But he had gotten better at listening to others when he was told to slow down (though he didn't have to always like it). Now was not one of those times. By the time Nico had reached the bottom of the stairs, Myrnin was already in the center of the same room that would have been very familiar to Nico. Nothing much had changed. It was shocking how little. Part of the room now had a partitioning wall, blocking of a section of the room which resembled a kitchen but clearly was being used for smoking beakers and chemical stains. The rest of the room was a disaster. It was in a state a place might be in after a break-in. Things were tossed around, books piled at haphazard piles on the floor. Exposed wires were hanging out of machines, and machines on the work tables or the floor. A potted plant, for some unknown reason, had been given a set of metal legs and as Nico entered the doorway it scuttled past before bounding around some objects probably due to some unseen sensors. Myrnin ignored all of it. Even to Nico, it probably looked no different from the other - more unpleasant - times he had seen the room. Myrnin moved around like he didn't care if he stepped on something or brushed something off the shelves or surfaces. And apparently he didn't care, because he stepped over some papers which had ended up on the ground without even looking. From there, he waved Nico over. He'd clearly not learned how to respect signs, since there was a clear 'do not touch' sign in bold letters displayed on the table he was hovering over. The sign had dry erase marker words on it, which, if Nico was paying attention, said something like: "Woe all alchemists who touch my stuff - this means you, Myrnin and Claire." The contents of the table held items which were not Myrnin like at all. Or apparently Claire's style either. Most of it was taken up by a laptop, as well as a game console, along with a couple items which looked like they could have been made by Claire or Myrnin. There was also couple items arranged out on the desktop, which Myrnin disturbed as he picked something off it. He showed it to Nico, ever so slightly proudly. As if he needed to prove he had still kept it. It was the same Mytho-Magic figurine that Nico had given to him ages ago. He set it back on the desktop, then as if that hadn't been the thing he had wanted to show Nico, he crawled over the table and tumbled over the opposite side. There was a faint crash, as if he'd hit something on the way down. Then there was a scrambling, as Myrnin moved around somewhere out of sight on his hands and knees. Only after another long second did he resurface, holding out a hand. On the back of his palm was what looked like a regular sized house spider. "This is Bob!" he said proudly, grinning with joy, clearly proud that he got to show his friend his ... pet? Probably a pet. As he was holding out his hand, a voice from above said, "You're supposed to be in New York ..." There was pure disapproval in the words. It was like the speaker would much rather be speaking in shorter sentences and possibly shouting. "Frank," said Myrnin, with a sigh. Then he pointed up with the same hand Bob was on and the spider crawled up his hand until it was perched on the tip of the index finger. "Did you know about him?" he wondered. He didn't know all of the things that Nico had seen. "You mentioned knowing Ada." His voice was quieter. "He was ... the one that came after her." "Frank" scoffed. "Leech." Myrnin ignored him. "No, I'm not in New York. I'll be going back. Eventually." "More power to you," muttered Frank. At this point, it was clear that his voice was coming from a speaker positioned in the roof of the lab. "Check the security," Myrnin snapped, apparently giving in and showing how annoyed he was with the voice. Frank went quiet. Myrnin looked back at Nico, when before he'd looking at somewhere off into the distance and nearer to the ceiling. "W -" "Security breach 80%," said Frank, voice harsh, but not very nervous. Myrnin's teeth snapped together, growling with distaste. "How? He isn't even here!" "I have neutralized it," Frank said, with almost a sigh. "But do keep him away from the wires. Incompetence is far harder to cure than skill. You have yet to make even a dent in the security, for example." Myrnin muttered something rude under his breath. "He's just using the password. Like he's me. Change it again." "How many exclamation points do you want to add at the end of the current one this time?" Frank said drly. "Nine." Myrnin held out his hand with Bob on it again. Apparently he was done talking. "Wanna see anything?" he asked Nico.
Nico looked around the room, trying to process it. There wasn’t much about it that screamed ‘Myrnin’ to him, but maybe that was just a strange analysis of the place. Perhaps it was the table in the middle that was throwing off his analysis. The rest of it seemed just as beaten down as Nico remembered it from his time “visiting” in Myrnin’s memory. The table did seem different than it had before, especially with the warning sign on it. It was almost amusing, especially since there really didn’t seem to be much of a threat from whoever’s stuff was on the table. He doubted there was anyone here who could actually do anything that would hurt Myrnin. And if they tried? Well, they’d have a demigod to contend with. “Someone obviously doesn’t want you touching this,” he teased lightly, coming closer to the table. What was on it was far too modern for Myrnin. Maybe it was just that Nico knew Myrnin was old, but he couldn’t imagine him actively using a laptop or a game console, at least not without struggling first. It would have been a struggle for Nico too, if he were honest. He had grown up without technology, and would be hard pressed to start using it now. Especially since using it would draw monsters closer, and that was really the last thing he wanted to do. Yet he could see now what Myrnin was holding up. His hand slid into his pocket, where that same figurine had sat for a long time. He smiled softly, glad to know that it was still here, that… well, that Myrnin hadn’t tossed it out with the trash. Not that he thought his friend was capable of doing that, just that… well, it still meant a lot to Nico. Yet the demigod didn’t have a chance to react to that before Myrnin pulled out what had to have been the most docile spider Nico had ever seen in his life. It didn’t seem to be bothered by being held, and it wasn’t moving around as much as Nico would have expected. “Nice to meet you, Bob,” Nico replied with a wide grin. It was nice to see a creature of some sort that wasn’t fleeing from him, probably because it was used to the smell of death around here. Nico probably smelled appetizing. Nico froze at the sound of a voice from above, and though Myrnin seemed annoyed, he wasn’t too concerned. Nico decided not to consider Frank a threat - at least for now. “I… didn’t meet him in person,” Nico replied, shaking his head. “But when you first told me about Arthur you mentioned him as well.” He lowered his voice for the next part, “Told me he wasn’t the sort I’d ever want to meet.” There was a hint of a smile on his lips, but it disappeared by the time he turned to look for Frank. “Who’s ‘he?’” Nico questioned, raising an eyebrow. He knew it wasn’t his business, but if there was an issue… well, Nico was good at fighting. He could always at least attempt to help. His lips almost twitched into a smile again at the mention of exclamation points. That seemed like a very Myrnin thing to do. “No, I… I’m happy to see whatever you want to show me,” Nico admitted.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 11, 2019 16:07:30 GMT -5
There was no reaction from Myrnin about touching a table that was clearly labeled for someone else. This was his house (as much as an underground series of rooms could be called a house). And he also had no sense of personal space. He lowered his hand to the table and Bob the spider scuttled of the hand and across the table to somewhere far away from humans. It was rather impressive that Myrnin could find him. Or the fact that he was still alive at all. Myrnin had been mentioning Bob for at least a year. There was no way that a normal house spider could live that long. The spiders progress paused when it reached the end of the table, where it just stopped and seemed to be resting. Myrnin looked away from his pet and said to Nico with an off-hand tilt of his head, "Oh? I did, did I?" He couldn't remember the exact conversation, but he thought he had probably mentioned Frank. Frank seemed to have a frown in his voice, but there also might have been a hint of pride that Myrnin had apparently extended his reputation as far as Nico. "Myrnin's the sort you don't want to meet, boy. He's killed more kids than you can possibly imagine." Myrnin flinched, but it was so small it was hard to notice. He didn't deny what Frank said, didn't make eye-contact either. He knew that Nico knew, in some respect, about his past. Frank would see no problem in the warning. Either way, since Myrnin seemed distracted, Frank said without much hesitation, "Oh. 'He' is just this vampire Myrnin's taken charge of. Skinny kid with brown hair, likes getting into small places. Plays video games too much. He's called Samuel." Myrnin seemed to jump at the change of subject, unaware of what it meant to Nico or even that the name would sound familiar. "Yeah. Keeps guessing my passwords. I'm not sure if that's his aptitude or someone else's. Regardless, I'm not sure what to do about him getting into Frank's workings." Myrnin scrunched up his nose. "Other than maybe putting down bear traps, but that might be slightly unfair." He shrugged and then turned. "Want to see something else?" He apparently hadn't picked up that Nico probably wouldn't even be paying attention after a statement like that. He'd mentioned a Samuel before, but he hadn't said he was a vampire, or added more than a simple description of he was fourteen and never washed his hair. He hadn't even said his full name.
There was something interesting about the spider that Nico wanted to know more about, but he figured there would be time to ask questions about things like that later, when Myrnin wasn’t giving him a tour. If this was still a tour and not just a ‘welcome to my home, now let’s stay here for a while.’ Not that there was any problem with that, of course. If he were perfectly honest, Nico would have been happy to stay just in case it meant an excuse to annoy Frank a little more. Frank seemed like the sort of person who deserved a good period of annoyance if only because of all of the annoyance he himself had caused. Not that Nico would admit that out loud. He wasn’t great at first impressions, but he really wasn’t going to destroy this one intentionally right off the bat. “I’ve known Myrnin for a while,” Nico responded to the voice. “I know more about him than I think he does sometimes,” he admitted, glancing at Myrnin and offering a small smile. “And even if he is dangerous, I’d rather take my chances with the devil I know.” It was true, he had seen Myrnin being dangerous and even deadly, but he didn’t see the risk in spending time with him now. He knew him too well to be afraid of him. It was intriguing, how fear went away when one was comfortable with another person. Besides, Myrnin was more similar to Nico than either of them probably wanted to admit, and that was why Myrnin had been so kind when they had first met. When Nico had been on the edge and willing to do a lot to distance himself from people. Besides, he wouldn’t say it aloud, but he had killed children too. Granted, he was a child so it probably counted less, but he still had blood on his hands he could never wash away. He was about to say something else sarcastic when Frank’s description of the boy hit him. Samuel? Samuel as in Sam as in… as in his friend. As in his possibly more than friend but how could he know for sure because talking to people was difficult and they had never actually decided on a label. Sam as in the boy who made his heart race and his cheeks go red and reminded him that there was good in the world… the Sam who had been so afraid of his own vampirism that he’d deluded himself into thinking Nico would hate him for it. The Sam with that somewhat floppy brown hair and mischievous smile and kind voice… that Samuel? “I…” he swallowed, trying not to hope too much. “No, I…” why couldn’t he think properly? “Whatever you want to show me,” he managed after a few moments of attempting to get his brain to work.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 16, 2019 18:35:07 GMT -5
The increased escalation of Nico's heart did not go unnoticed by Myrnin or Frank. In fact, Myrnin practically goggled at Nico. "You okay?" he checked. He didn't think he was. If there was one emotion Myrnin was good at picking out, it was surprise. He'd had it directed at him one too many times for it to be anything else. It also didn't stop a niggling assumption to start to form in the back of his mind. Frank snorted. "Where'd you drag this one from?" Myrnin's hand waved the question away, on autopilot. It took a second for him to catch up. "Oh ... New York. I've known him for a while." Frank gave a doubtful hum, but Myrnin ignored that too. Instead, his attention returned to Nico and his face scrunched up. It was clear that he was still trying to make the connections between everything but also trying to think up what he wanted to show Nico. "Ooookay," he said. Then he spun, bouncing a bit, and threw open a door off the main room which had almost been hidden by a bookcase. The door creaked open, revealing a small library beyond. Myrnin glanced back. "Does your Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter have a library with old books like theeeeese?" They were on alchemy. That was about all that could be figured out. Others weren't books at all as much as diaries. It looked like someone had tried to put them in chronological order, but Myrnin's brain didn't work chronologically, so the attempt had failed. The spins were in different languages, like Myrnin had just started to use the regional dialect. Most spins had no names and instead had slips of paper sticking out of them. Most of them looked old. Most of them were looked like they hadn't been opened in years. But there was a clear separation between them and the other books. "This is nothing compared to the Archives though," Myrnin grudgingly admitted.
“Fine,” Nico replied, though everything about his tone indicated that maybe he wasn’t, actually, fine. Because as much as he tried not to get his hopes up, it meant that Sam was here and he could probably see him, and… and he’d never let himself think, even for a moment, that he shared a world with the other boy. He hadn’t thought he’d even live this long, and every moment he got to see Sam in the House was a gift. Now wasn’t the time to think about Sam, though. He knew that. He had come here with Myrnin and he wanted to spend time with the older vampire, it just… shook him to know that Sam was here as well. He hadn’t thought that they knew each other. “He’s known me longer than he’s known you,” Nico tossed out at Frank with a hint of cockiness. It was better to save face now instead of having to explain why his heart had started racing at the mention of Sam, a boy he apparently wasn’t supposed to know. He’d see Sam soon enough and ask him about it. Then maybe they could make plans or… or something. Because this felt too good to be true. And he had learned to trust his instincts. “I think Camp Jupiter has a library at the university, but not anything like this.” It was nice to have a distraction, because the truth was he was going to drive himself crazy thinking about Sam. He took a few steps in, shock running through him once he realized that not only did the book have tons of books, but those books were all on the exact same subject. “Most of the books at either camp are about legends and mythology, or… history, rather.” It was hard to tell, sometimes, where to draw the line between the two. He took a step towards the diaries, reaching out a hand to brush against the dust coating their spines. “Did you write all of these?” He wouldn’t be surprised if the answer were yes, but it was still nigh on unbelievable. He knew they likely weren’t extremely personal or anything, but it still felt invasive to be in the same room as them. Like if he looked the wrong way they would divulge their secrets and they’d be secrets Nico wasn’t qualified to know. “What’s all in the Archives?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 28, 2019 4:55:12 GMT -5
There was no reason Myrnin trusted Nico to be honest with this, but he was completely oblivious to what had triggered the lie. So, after looking at his friend for several seconds, he had to let it go. But that was not until he look up at Frank as if the computer somehow had a better answer to Nico's odd behavior. The computer had no answers to this, which was exactly what Myrnin had expected. "Well," Myrnin murmured. "If you count the room where you ended up living half my life, then I suppose you have. But I've only been blinking into the House for three years." If Frank was surprised to hear these Paradox House terms than he didn't point them out. Instead, he just seemed to give a small snort. Myrnin just as easily ignored that as he had any other comments that the computer had made over time. Nico's interest in the books was met with a approving look from the book loving vampire. "Yes. Yes, I wrote those. Some of the other books as well." He walked through the room, pulling a couple of books from the shelves and holding them up to his face to read the names. "Or by friends." He set the book back on the shelf. The book had been written by Arthur. "The Archives. Oh, mostly history about vampires. Every records related to vampires or them within media. The history of Morganville. Those sorts of things." He nodded at one of the walls of the library. "But I really just wanted to show you the way. This is how you can get around in Morganville if you know me." The wall warped as soon as he looked at it, then the image of my stacks appeared behind it. "Portals," he said, calmly. His hand reached out and through where the wall had been. Then he withdrew it. "Who would you like to see, Nico?" his voice was distant, as if he could almost read what was truly on Nico's mind.
Nico took a breath in once it seemed like Myrnin was going to let the Sam thing go. Because it hurt to think about him so close, especially when he had no reason to believe that this was the same Sam he had fallen in love with. He would see the boy, and it would be a different young vampire named Sam with a video game obsession… because he would know if his Sam lived in his world. He would see this other Sam’s face, and it would be a different boy… so what was the point in getting his hopes up? Sam was a common enough name, and he was thinking about it too much, really. “Whatever you say,” Nico returned, forcing lightness into his tone. He wasn’t sure if it was his place to tell Myrnin about the young boy he had befriended. Because obviously it was Myrnin, but it also very clearly wasn’t. Just like the boy who had grown up in the 30s was gone, replaced by an entirely new Nico. He didn’t know if he’d want to know that people had known him before… well, before he’d become himself. He didn’t want to know if people had memories from the patches of his life that had been erased. “Nessun segreto tra amici,” he added in a throwaway, punching the last word probably a little more than was necessary. Because he knew he wouldn’t want someone telling him about his life before, but if someone had it in their power to help him remember on his own… well, there wasn’t a lot he wouldn’t give for that. He turned his attention back to the books, wiping off a bit of dust on his black jeans. “Impressive,” he murmured, and though he tried to hide it it was clear that at least part of his mind was elsewhere. He perked up at the mention of portals, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Impressive,” he said again, this time a bit more in earnest. He was watching the hand until Myrnin’s next words pierced him. “I…” How was he supposed to respond? He knew Myrnin wasn’t reading his mind, but he knew the vampire had the power to… “Whoever you’d like to introduce me to,” he decided after a moment. Because he wasn’t letting himself get hung up about Sam.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 29, 2019 16:58:02 GMT -5
There wasn't a lot that Myrnin could say to that. Like ... was he supposed to push the issue? Or should he just leave it be? He stood in front of the open portal, with one hand still reaching into it, before he took his hand out and used it to tug at Nico's coat. He was mindful to not touch Nico, but he did tug a little. "Come wiiith me," he said. He could tell that very little of what he had said was on Nico's mind. It seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other. The scene beyond the portal changed, shifting to that of a living room in a Victorian style. It looked nothing like the living room they were both familiar with, but it did have a young man playing a video game. "Come visit Claire." Then he added, "Where you can tell me what you're thinking about it."
Nico let himself be pulled, forcing his interest towards the portal. He really was interested in what lay beyond, that wasn’t pretend, it was just that he was at least a little preoccupied by the name that had been thrown around so casually just a few minutes before. “I’d like to meet Claire,” he replied, glancing around the new room they found themselves in. It was like shadow travel, but probably much less dangerous and also likely a bit more accessible. And, of course there was the fact that he didn’t have any control over it. “She seemed good, for Morganville, I mean, when I saw her…” he wasn’t great with words when his mind was on something else. “Myrnin…” he didn’t know how to ask, but he knew it was going to drive him crazy if he didn’t. Which more or less meant that asking was a terrible idea, and he really should have tried to push it away from his mind, but… “Tell me about Sam. Please. I…” how did he describe why it mattered? What could he possibly say to make Myrnin understand that, when he wasn’t even sure it was the same boy he had unintentionally fallen for? The words clogged in his throat. “After… after we meet Claire, I mean.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 30, 2019 22:55:35 GMT -5
It took a little bit of will for Myrnin not to answer Nico's question then and there. But he did look at his friend with an intense curiosity. He stepped through the portal, he had been told it felt like an intense curtain of cold air to humans, but he felt none of it. Instead, he felt the tug at his mind, as something gathered around him pulled at his thoughts, intent on keeping the doorway between places open. Shane, the man on the other end of the portal, nearly dropped the game controller he was holding. He gaped at Myrnin, clearly unaware that the vampire had been there. "Come on, man! Knock! Something! Toss a rock in as warning!" Myrnin stuck his tongue out at the man. Shane rubbed a frustrated hand over his face, looking slightly annoyed. Then he seemed to catch up with what was going on and he stiffened. "Wait ... you're in New York!" He looked behind Myrnin too, looking very surprised. "Who's that!" There wasn't any answer from Myrnin for a bit until he had sheparded Nico into the living room and the portal could close behind him. "I came back with a friend of mine. I'll be going back in a bit," Myrnin said conversationally. Shane looked shocked, then shrugged and muttered something about rich bloodsuckers could blow their money however they wanted. "Why are you *here* then?" he asked instead, pointing down at the floor. "Claire's off, and I would rather prefer her to keep her vacation." Myrnin held up his hands and shrugged, "Friendly visit. My friend here knows her." He waved at Nico. Shane looked at Nico doubtfully, but shrugged and called, "Honey! The bunny-slipper maniac is back and he says he brought a friend!" It took a couple seconds, but after that a woman in her late twenties (much like Shane) walked in. She looked between Myrnin and Nico in puzzlement. "You're supposed to be in New York. And who's this?"
It was almost amusing to see all of these people reacting to Myrnin. It was odd, he knew, that the vampire was supposed to be in New York but had come back without warning. It was even more odd that he had brought a friend. If Nico hadn’t been distracted by other things, he would have almost laughed at the incredulity with which Shane had regarded Myrnin. He didn’t say anything, merely watching as Myrnin worked whatever strange magic he seemed to have when talking with people. Part of it seemed strange to Nico. He had heard about these people and even seen some of them, yet actually being in the same room as them was slightly off-putting. It felt like he was in someone else’s world despite the fact that it was still very clearly his own. It was clear that he was aware of who Claire was, but there was no shared recognition. Not that Nico expected there to be - he had interacted with Claire only when she had seen him as Myrnin, which was a complicated situation to begin with. He decided it was probably for the best not to mention it. “My name’s Nico di Angelo,” he said, stepping forward and offering a hand. He knew that was what he was supposed to do when meeting new people, and he always forced himself to, but that didn’t mean it was easy. He always rather hoped that the person would stare at his hand and refuse it. Of course that would be seen as impolite, but Nico wouldn’t think much of it besides a quiet sense of relief. “Myrnin’s told me a bit about you.” It seemed he was paying better attention once he had been promised answers about Sam. Besides, Claire was one of the few that Nico had really liked from when he had lived parts of Myrnin’s life. There were a lot of people that he hadn’t trusted at all, and even more that just seemed to be casual acquaintances who regarded Myrnin in a strange light, but Claire had seemed more or less like a friend. “It’s nice to meet you,” he added, hoping he hadn’t accidentally hesitated for too long and made things awkward. “Don’t worry about us being here, by the way,” he added, glancing at Myrnin for a moment. “I had a quick way to get from New York to near here, and Myrnin figured he might as well show me around a little bit if we were to come here.” He quieted down after that, not sure what else needed to be said. Perhaps he was talking more than usual because he was nervous, though he was still doing his best to push the thought as far away as humanly possible.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 1, 2019 11:25:47 GMT -5
The hand that Nico offered went unnoticed (probably to his joy) because Claire was instead goggling at him. "You're real?" she asked. Myrnin was offended. "Of course he's real. What did you think? I just made it all up?" Shane looked from one person to another. "Made what up?" "The Paradox House," Myrnin scoffed. It was like he expected both Shane and Claire to recognize the words. Claire's eyes said she did. Shane just looked slightly less confused. Both either had thought Myrnin had made it up or they had thought the possibility of its existence had nothing to do with them. Either way, Claire clearly did know of Nico. Even if the knowledge didn't extend that far. "I did say he was a friend," Myrnin said brightly. "That implies you know the person," Shane muttered, though he seemed to be a bit disjointed. They - and clearly they were married, you could tell from how they stood - looked at each other and then looked back at Myrnin. 'Okay,' the look seemed to say. 'We've dealt with weirder than this.' "Nice to meet you," said Claire. By this point, the handshake was no longer an option to worry about. Shane just shrugged and flopped back down onto the couch. He might have been more welcoming to his guests, but this is Myrnin they were talking about. There were limits to his hospitality. The biggest issue being that Myrnin burst in practically at all hours and without warning, so treating him like an honored guest was just a stretch he couldn't make. "What exactly were planning to do?" he asked, frowning a little. "This guy ... actually exists in your world?" He seemed to be struggling with the idea of other world too.
It was almost as though Claire had just found out that Santa Clause was real. Or maybe not because Nico had a feeling people would be more excited and less incredulous about the idea of Santa Clause. He let his hand drift back down to his side, grateful that he wouldn’t have to shake Claire’s, and focused his attention on the floor. It almost felt like he was being gawked at, though he knew that was likely only his overactive imagination. It was odd, knowing them through brief interaction, and them only knowing him through whatever it was Myrnin had said about him. Hopefully nothing too terrible, though he didn’t think Myrnin would say anything bad at all. Perhaps he had misjudged his friend’s opinion of him, though. He’d have to sort that out later. The House seemed to make everything far more complicated. “Myrnin wanted me to meet you,” he told Claire, forcing a smile. It wasn’t particularly convincing. He felt bad that he couldn’t remember Shane from any of the parts of Myrnin’s life he had lived, but he wondered if that was due to his own faulty memory or if Shane just hadn’t ben there. That was what they were doing here, right? Nico couldn’t shake the feeling that he was intruding, and had every instinct to turn around and go the other direction, but he stayed in place. Partially because he knew Myrnin would tell him about Sam when they left, and he could make the judgement once and for all if it was the Sam he knew from the House. “I… yes, I exist here,” Nico frowned, not sure what Shane was getting at. “I exist in the Paradox House as well, but no more than Myrnin does, which I suppose for you is not at all.” His tone was perhaps a little more defensive than he had meant it to be. “This is my world too, though. Just a very different part of it,” he conceded. He definitely stuck out in Morganville. Though, given who he was, he was likely to stick out anywhere he went. All demigods did.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 3, 2019 11:13:08 GMT -5
"Huh," said Shane, as if he had never considered such things. There was something to be said, thought Myrnin. About a man of few words. Myrnin was not one of those men. "Yes, well, now that this is settled." He shuffled over to the couch and collapsed into the cushions next to Shane. The couch bounced a bit, Shane along with it. "You know how exciting this is?" asked Myrnin, continuing to bounce on the edge of the furniture. "The whole world …" The idea that the House really was a place and not a figment of his mind was so interesting. But that aside, though he could still see the same spark of interest in Claire's, he knew that all of this was very awkward for Nico. A change in attention was in order. He waved at a chair, in case Nico wanted to sit down. They wouldn't be here long. Just long enough for Myrnin to reconcile another question he had. "Has Amelie heard anything about the occurrences outside the borders?" Myrnin's voice was dry, as if he didn't have much fate in a 'yes'. So he was not surprised when he didn't get one. "Don't know," muttered Shane. "She isn't telling us much," added Claire. "She never has," muttered Shane as he fiddled with the game console. Myrnin frowned, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. In theory, Amelie told him more, but he knew Nico didn't have any idea about what they were talking about. "Fine," he said with a sigh. A portal blossomed against the wall again, Myrnin not even looking at it while he pulled it into existence. "We'll go I guess." He lifted his head enough to stare at Nico. The demigod was jumpy ever since Sam had been mentioned and Myrnin would rather like to know why. He sighed again. The trip had been slightly useless. He suppose if Nico visited again it wouldn't be? He wasn't completely sure on the finer details of that. "Lab," he said. "Lab and then I would really like to know why you're heart keeps accelerating at odd intervals." He got up after a second and removed himself from the Glass House with a flurry of his coat. Claire said a farewell, but he missed it. That wasn't very unusual.
Nico wasn’t likely to sit down. He didn’t know how long they were going to be here, and although he knew both Claire and Shane were probably fascinated by him and his existence, particularly if Myrnin had mentioned the House to them even in passing, he didn’t want to intrude on their space. It seemed, unfortunately, like he didn’t really have a choice in that matter. He felt sort of bad that Myrnin had just made himself at home here in the past minute, but he had a feeling this was a regular occurrence, and neither Shane nor Claire seemed particularly bothered. It seemed like they were discussing something important, but he wasn’t clued into the situation, and therefore didn’t feel too bad for not understanding. Also, it seemed like whatever the situation was, they didn’t have much more information about it than he did, so he decided he might ask Myrnin about it later, but it was likely a sore spot that wouldn’t bear too much pressing into it. From what he had seen of Amelie, she didn’t seem the sort to share information except on a need to know basis, and evidently nobody in the room needed to know. He hoped it wasn’t something serious… judging from Myrnin’s tone, though, it probably was. He had hardly ever heard Myrnin’s voice sound like that. And then, just as soon as they had come, they were leaving, and it sort of took Nico by surprise. “Thanks for letting us…” he trailed off, not sure what exactly to say. “It was uh… nice to meet you both.” He made eye contact with Claire and Shane briefly before following Myrnin through the portal. Of course Myrnin had mentioned the heartbeat. Sometimes Nico forgot that vampires could hear that. He felt stupid, his mind unable to think about almost anything but Sam, because… no. No, he wasn’t letting himself fall down the “what if” rabbit-hole. He hoped that Claire and Shane hadn’t heard Myrnin’s comment as they were leaving, though he supposed it really wouldn’t have made any difference whether they did or not. “You said you’d tell me about Sam.” It was almost an accusation, but not quite. Why did it matter so much to him? Why… why did he have to hope that he and Sam lived in the same world? Why was there desperation building in the pit of his stomach? Because…? Because he knew he couldn’t blink in infinitely? Because he was stupid enough to believe that maybe they deserved a happy ending?
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 4, 2019 22:21:16 GMT -5
"I did," confirmed Myrnin, letting the almost accusation sore right over his head. If he was going to be mad at Nico for being impatient than he was a bit late. Nico's eagerness instead seemed fit to confuse him and he studied Nico's face as if searching for some illness there or sign of physical distress. "What did you want to know about him anyway?" He let the portal slam closed behind them. There was no noise, just a sudden absence of space. The wall of Myrnin's small library was just simple white plaster once again. Myrnin walked through the library, then carefully pushed open the door. He looked back at Nico and then added, "I have a picture. Will that do?" He'd already described Sam a bit. He couldn't get much better at it. The boy who lived in the same building as the elder vampire didn't actually seem that striking to Myrnin. There just wasn't a lot which he could pick out. There wasn't even anything which they both particularly talked about a lot. But Myrnin picked his way back into the lab, which seemed a lot more chaotic than the library. That wasn't because Myrnin had any great respect for the library but more based on the fact that Claire kept the library in order. He stepped around the corner of a couch (there were two in the room), he stepped through a bit of glass that had been sprinkled around the floor, and found the computer. He reached out to the laptop - which this one was probably his, it had a chaos of stickers across the top - and opened the lid. Surprisingly, he didn't boot it up. Instead, he just lifted the piece of paper which had been pressed between the keyboard and the lid. He turned it over to Nico and showed it to him.
"Sam," he said. "Or at least the more recent picture on the him that the brother - whoever he may be - was able to get."
Nico’s heart felt like it was going into overdrive. Myrnin had a picture? He wasn’t sure he was ready to see one, to know if he would get to see Sam again, to… he sucked in a deep breath. He had thought, once, that he was over feelings like this. He’d gone through a crazy boy-ish crush before, and he’d emerged mostly unscathed, if not slightly emotionally traumatized. But this one he hadn’t needed to hide, and this one had been reciprocated after what felt like way too long of just staring at Sam and talking to him and getting used to the way he smiled, and… if he didn’t look at the picture soon he thought he was going to be sick. And then the paper was in Nico’s hands and it was like his heart stopped. His hands were trembling wildly and he wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt a tear - or more, he couldn’t tell - dripping down his cheeks. Of course Myrnin didn’t know about Sam and him. Because it wasn’t Myrnin’s secret to know, it really wasn’t, but now there was no hiding it. It had almost been two years. Two years since he’d kissed Sam and had ended up in his world, suddenly feeling like he’d been plunged in the dark. He waited patiently to blink back, but eventually he’d given up hope. He didn’t know how long it had been for Sam, but Nico… well, he hadn’t quite let himself move on because maybe the House had overloaded his blinks when he was younger, maybe the point where he’d been blinking in every minute was too much and the House was giving him a break… because there was no way it had just let him go after all of that. Yep, he was definitely crying, doing his best to hold the paper away from where his tears could fall on it. It was like he’d finally been given permission to grieve a loved one, but had also been told that they were still alive and he could see them, probably. He’d been able to deal with the loss of everyone else. He knew he and Myrnin were going to be meeting here, he knew he’d see him again at the very least, and everyone else… well, they mattered. Of course they mattered, they were practically his family, but he was used to losing family. Well, as used to it as one could get. Losing Sam… he hadn’t even let himself think about it.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 5, 2019 18:00:24 GMT -5
Emotions were tricky, messy things. The rolled off Nico and over Myrnin like an overarching shadow of a tsunami. Myrnin looked up as if he almost expected there to be such a shadow descending over him. "Wooh, wooh, Nico!" he said, voice rising in worry. As if he could throw up a stoplight and Nico would somehow cease crying. Myrnin's eyes hurriedly shifted to red, almost as if he was trying to test that theory. His hands flapped around a bit, as if he was debating on whether he should hug Nico, take the paper away, or some other action. Finally, he just hurried away. There was a faint crash in the distance and the sound of some blunt objects hitting the floor. Then he was back again and set a reclining chair directly behind Nico. It was awkwardly set down, almost unevenly so, since Myrnin didn't succeed in scooting half the things away which had been in the space before. Then he gently poked Nico hard enough to tip him back to sit in the chair. With the other hand, he moved the paper enough that Nico still had a hold of it (Myrnin didn't dare try to take it, something told him Nico wouldn't let him). Then he pressed his face between it, so Nico was looking at him now. "You know him," he said. Statement, not a question. As if the tears weren't a big enough hint. Which, really, the whole thing was a bit strange because Samuel had never mentioned ever being in the Paradox House. Myrnin was pretty sure that he had mentioned it, though Sam doubtlessly had had no idea about it. But this was a rather new development. Myrnin had seen someone who looked like Sam very briefly at one point. But he hadn't actually been able to get any answers from his Sam. Well ... there was a simple answer. He lightly patted Nico on the shoulder. "We'll just go back to New York and say hi to him then! Come on!" He grinned, apparently hoping this would stop all the clear, wet drops of water coming from Nico's eyes.
Nico cursed silently. He really hadn’t meant to burst into tears, but that was the situation now, and there really wasn’t much he could do about it. Because it felt like it had been so long since he had seen Sam, and he hadn’t wanted to give up hope. But this… this was too good to be true. Didn’t he deserve something like that now? Too good to be true? It felt like he was owed that by the universe, at least once in his life. He found himself in the chair, not entirely sure how he had gotten there. It was odd, like he had been standing one moment and then he wasn’t, as though his mind wasn’t working in real time as it sorted through the facts that were now presented to him. “I know him,” he echoed, his voice so quiet it was almost like it wasn’t there at all. He kept his gaze trained on the paper, though his vision was so blurred by tears he couldn’t even make out Sam’s face on it. He hadn’t meant to ruin their voyage to Morganville, it had just… happened, he supposed. Again, it wasn’t like it was intentional, but… “He…” Nico’s words caught in his throat. He knew he wanted to see Sam, but something was holding him back. Perhaps the feeling that he didn’t deserve a happy ending. That he wasn’t one of the few heroes that got those in Greek myths. That he didn’t want to cut off their visit to Morganville just because his heart wouldn’t stop beating so quickly. He didn’t even have the wherewithal to flinch away from the feeling of Myrnin’s hand on his shoulder. Not that he would have flinched away anyway, with it being Myrnin. Silently, he swallowed and folded up the paper. “We say hi to him, then come back here,” he muttered, wiping his tears away from his eyes as though they had personally offended him. “There’s more I want to see.” The force behind his words was somewhat undermined by the pathetic sniffle he gave after. He forced himself to a standing position and squeezed his eyes shut as though he could just force himself to stop crying. It was then that his powers began to act up - the room dropped in temperature as he tried to repress it all. “Let’s go.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 12, 2019 18:47:20 GMT -5
If Myrnin noticed the temperature drop - and he didn't - then he didn't call attention to it. Instead the wall behind him rippled to form a portal, much like the one in the library had. This time, Myrnin had to clamber over a couch to reach it, but when he did he held out a hand to urge Nico onward. "Then we shall," he agreed, though he had no idea if Nico would want to come back. He didn't have any idea what all of this was going to be like and speculation would just breed confusion. So he took what was in front of him and right now that meant that Nico was struggling and Myrnin had no issue with the multiple trips one way or another. "Getting back then," he said. "Would be the way we came?" It was the best he had, since he'd broken open a portal on the nearest piece of earth to the border. He stepped backwards, out into the sun. It felt like it should have been longer. That more time should have passed. But it hadn't. He could feel the tickle of pain against his arms and face which weren't covered in shade, but he ignored it. "Unless you have a better way out of here, then taking the Labyrinth again was your preferred way of exit, correct?" he asked, waving at the expanse of Morganville that was mostly low shrubbery now they were out in the desert. The one shadow anywhere near was that cast by the hulking form of the 'Welcome to Morganville' sign.
Logically, they should go through the Labyrinth. Nico knew that, but logic had more or less abandoned him. He didn’t want to wait, he didn’t want to have to deal with any of this, he just… he wanted to see Sam. He stepped through the portal and squinted against the too-bright sun. Fine he thought, noticing the shadow a little ways away. he pulled at it mentally, urging it towards him even though he knew it was a bad idea. He hadn’t healed from his trip across the world… he didn’t think he was going to, and he knew he should only shadow travel in emergencies, but… again, there was no logic here. “Hold tight,” he told Myrnin without warning, his hand reaching out in a matter of seconds until it was resting very lightly on Myrnin’s shoulder. And then the shadow from the sign reached out to engulf them and they were hurdling through shadow. It spit them out in the center of New York City, just off to the side of Times Square. Nico would rather have gone all the way back to Camp, but he knew Sam wouldn’t be there, and if he were anywhere it was likely easily accessible from Times Square. After all… that was sort of in the center of everything, it felt. Not that Nico ever went if he could help it. He stumbled forward, almost passing out, but he managed to keep his composure enough to offer Myrnin a weak smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets, too afraid to look down to see if the impulsive decision had cost him anything more.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 17, 2019 0:20:11 GMT -5
Myrnin stared in shock as everything around him changed. The shadow had come and gone and he hadn't felt that unbalanced in a long while. He blinked several times at the change of lighting. The sun had traveled quite a bit in the sky and the LED lights of a big city night or day had suddenly shifted the world around them from a desert to a field of color. Myrnin moved forward, then spun around and looked at the tall buildings in amazement. New York. They were in New York. Faster than seemed possible by any normal means. Even his portals couldn't do this. "Nico, what was -" he started, aware that this was Nico's power but not why he had done it. But when he looked (and bothered to listen) to his friend he swallowed the words. He came to a halt, then slowly walked back and braced Nico up with his own shoulder. "Fool," he said with a sigh. His voice didn't hold any worry, but that didn't mean he wasn't. He could feel Nico's body - hear it and smell it and see it - rebelling against the exertion. But he knew that Nico's own folly had been out of some emotional connection to Sam. Though what that connection might be he couldn't fathom. "This way," he said with a sigh. He led the way, at a very slow pace, for where they were renting a room. He wasn't even sure how long, but Nico had at least been right in one respect. It was accessible from Time Square. It took Myrnin over eight minutes - which was almost to their destination - before he stopped and stared at Nico in shock. "Are you romantically involved with my charge?" he said, sounding incredulous. He seemed to swallow down the shock, squeeze a bit further away from the people around them as was physically possible, and then nodded at the next block over. "We're staying there." Now his voice was just curious. "We will be taking the normal way up," he added. The journey wasn't exactly stressful so much as tedious. Myrnin almost forgot to take the elevator since stairs really didn't bother him and he could have climbed them faster anyway. But he found the elevator and then shepherded Nico in like he expected the boy to bolt. "He might be asleep," he muttered a bit to himself. Then again, Samuel took odd hours. He was still getting used to the idea of sleeping in the morning. The elevator door opened and Myrnin found the rooms a bit after. He didn't bother with a keycard. He just started knocking furiously. After no response for a couple heartbeats he looked at the other doors as if he expected them to open or that he had missed the correct one. But after another second he looked back at the one he had approached and as he did the door swung open a couple feet. "I'm not happy with you," said a woman, slightly taller than Myrnin, with red hair. The hair was wet, so maybe she'd just gotten out of the shower. She looked past Myrnin and added, "If you brought snacks, bring them in." She smiled then. But it was hard to tell if she was serious or if it was just an inside joke she didn't expect Nico to get.
“I’m fine,” Nico snapped, though they both knew he wasn’t. If it had been anyone else he would have shoved the shoulder away, but it was Myrnin. He let himself take the support, but that didn’t mean he had to look happy about it. He knew he had done something foolish, he could feel it in the way his hands - normally relatively cold - felt almost frozen. Numb, and almost not even there. But it would be worth it, wouldn’t it? Was he really that desperate though? He knew the answer was yes. Yes, he was that desperate. He was fighting exhaustion, fighting what his power took out of him. It was sheer willpower holding him on his feet, but he hid it well. Rather, he would have hid it well if Myrnin weren’t able to sense things like that through his powers. He tried to remember if Myrnin had ever shadow-travelled before, but his mind felt rather fuzzy. If not… well, he hoped he hadn’t taken the vampire too much by surprise. He knew better than anyone that the first time shadow-traveling could make one sick to their stomach. But Myrnin seemed fine, if not vaguely far away despite the fact that he was currently in contact with Nico’s body. Reeling, Nico was hit full force by the realization that he really had made a very stupid move. It’d be fine. He’d be fine… he’d see Sam and then he could find an excuse to go back to camp and sleep for a little bit. He’d just have to avoid seeing Will. For two years, he had done well. He had forgotten how much shadow travel took out of a person. He’d forgotten his own issues with it, it seemed. Part of him wanted to do it again, just for the rush… but no. It was a power that could kill him and he was slowing Myrnin down and having a surprisingly difficult time walking in a straight line. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ground himself. Just for a little longer. He was fine. Just when he opened his eyes again, Myrnin’s question hit him. How did he answer that? The truth? It was an answer Myrnin could guess all by himself, it seemed. “I haven’t seen him in two years,” he replied in lieu of an answer. He figured that answered it well enough. He wanted to see Sam again. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest. He had always thought that was a stupid metaphor, but turned out it wasn’t actually a metaphor. Or at least his heart didn’t seem to believe it was. He eyed the elevator warily before being pushed in by Myrnin. Part of him was beginning to wonder if this was a bad idea. He could shadow travel away, but he knew he didn’t have enough in him to pull a stunt like that. He would have to get through this. What if Sam didn’t want to see him? What if he was deluding himself? No, he had seen the picture. This was his Sam, this was… well, it was partly what his hopes were hinging on. It was a dead family member come back to life and only a few rooms away. Swallowing, Nico looked up at the woman. She seemed tall, but maybe that was just because Nico himself was lacking height. He didn’t like being referred to as a snack, especially knowing that he was in no state to defend himself, but he tried not to let his annoyance become fear. Vampires were scary accurate at sensing that.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 19, 2019 1:27:54 GMT -5
Myrnin had a feeling that Nico would be falling asleep if he wasn't taken to a seat. He cast a look at Lady Grey - Jesse - which she read almost at once. "Come in," she said. Myrnin knew she didn't know him, but that could be explained later. Instead, his girlfriend held open the door and Myrnin squeezed inside. One hand lightly brushed her arm in passing, but that seemed to be the only real sign that he was acknowledging their relationship - and that he was sorry for dropping off the map. Not like she wasn't used to that. The hotel room was pitch black. There wasn't really any need for it to be otherwise. Myrnin could see perfectly well without the use of lights. The curtains were all closed up tight, limiting the light which came in as much as possible. He navigated the room without any issue, completely forgetting the fact that Nico was neither familiar with the layout nor could he see it in the first place. Lady Grey remembered and after a second one of the lights came on followed by the others. The hotel room looked nice. It was expensive, that was for sure. Expensive afforded you a bit of privacy in Myrnin's experience. Privacy was short lived in most places and he'd been hoping to get as much as possible while they were here for an unforeseen amount of time. But it was large enough that it was basically just a house, with a full kitchen and what looked to be at least three rooms. Sam was nowhere to be seen. But Myrnin waved to a chair, just on the off chance that Nico was going to take it. Then he said to Lady Grey, "This is Nico. Yeah. Same Nico. Nico, this is Lady Grey." There was a momentary widening of Lady Grey's eyes, as if she was shocked, but then they reduced back to their regular size. She moved from her position by the wall and moved forward. When she was more directly in Nico's sight, she gave a stiff bow. Not a curtsy. A bow. "It's Jesse these days," she said, straightening. "Myrnin is the only one who calls me Lady Grey." The way she said 'Myrnin' held an accent which was far deeper than the rest of her words had. Where Myrnin had something deep and almost clearly Welsh, she had none. Or maybe slightly Southern, if the listener focused. Nico might only have experience with vampires from the room he had enacted, but if he remembered he might have found that strange. All of the other vampires he had heard speak had a distinct blending of accents. Jesse's seemed to be wholly American. Myrnin knew that she'd carefully cultivated it to fit in, since she was one of the few vampires who wasn't a member of Morganville. Sometimes he missed how rich her words sounded when she spoke her older form of English. He knew that Nico hadn't actually come here for the introductions. Since it seemed like Jesse wasn't going to question Nico's presence (yet) he instead turned his head in the direction of Sam's room. "Is he up?" he asked. "Last time I checked," answered Jesse. Myrnin didn't bother calling for Sam. He knew the boy had heard when he was being talked about. He wasn't disappointed when one of the doors was slowly opened and a familiar figure shuffled out. "What's up?" Samuel asked, walking out into the middle of the room, glancing first at Jesse, then Myrnin, and finally Sam.
“Nice to meet you, Jesse,” Nico managed. Later, he would curse himself silently for being so rude and seemingly uninterested. Later, he would apologize to Lady Grey, but for right now he was a little… well, preoccupied. Both by his body warning him that he was moments away from crashing, and the knowledge that Sam was here, in the same general area as him after two years of begging the House to take him back, trying to shadow travel there, everything within his power to see Sam again. He didn’t know why the House had spat him back out when he wanted it most. He swallowed, trying to stay awake and functional enough to deal with the situation. He didn’t have long to wait, and his exhausted state was nearly forgotten when he saw the other boy. He knew he was destined to have strong feelings about people. After all, his fatal flaw was holding grudges. That meant judging too quick and holding things too close to his heart. It also meant that when he fell he fell hard, and here, with Sam in front of him again, it felt like he was falling once more. His heart was racing, which was less than ideal in a room full of vampires, but part of him didn’t really care. It had been too long. So much had happened, he… he hadn’t even let himself believe that Sam was okay, let alone that he’d be able to see him again. He had set one of the Furies on watch in the Underworld to let him know if anyone by Sam’s name died, just on the off chance they were in the same world, but he had never really… he swallowed back the thoughts. He still had no confirmation that this was the same Sam. For all he knew the rug was going to be pulled out from under him, but logic wasn’t working here. The last time he had seen Sam… he hadn’t known it was the last. How could he have? He reached his hand forward, noticed it was trembling, and let it fall back down to his side. Maybe Myrnin was right. He stumbled back into the chair Myrnin had gestured to just moments before, grateful for its presence. Dimly, the voice in the back of his head warned him that he was making a fool out of himself. So why didn’t he care? “Sam,” he murmured, everything whistling out of him at the exact same moment. Somehow he had managed to package everything in that one word, though he wasn’t even sure it had actually managed to slip past his lips. He met Sam’s eyes, then, waiting for that spark of recognition, that… that shift in his faded aura that meant that this wasn’t about to become a nightmare, that… that meant Nico hadn’t fallen victim to a cruel trick.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 25, 2019 1:43:44 GMT -5
There was a slight twitch to one Lady Grey's eyebrow. Myrnin noticed it. He knew the feeling. He felt tense just watching Nico. His nonverbal reactions were causing the elder vampire to shift nervously from foot to foot. But then he looked at Sam.
The rapid heartbeat of the random boy in the living quarters of the hotel room at once had Samuel on edge. His muscles tensed just a little and he looked at Myrnin almost at once. He could smell death on the boy, but he wasn't actually dead. He did have a bit of a theme going on, but that was besides the point. What was a human doing here? Myrnin seemed to be fine, though he looked antsy as usual. Jesse might have been the one with more telling signs. Other than a slight tightening of a jaw muscle, she seemed relaxed. But Samuel wasn't going to be fooled by that. "Who's th -" he started, only for the word that Nico had just said to catch up to him. Then his head swiveled around and he looked at Nico with an expression that was very nonplussed. There was no spark of recognizance, only a touch of confusion. He mentally tried to run through all the kids from his old school. But it had been small enough that he thought he would have remembered anyone like this. "Yes?" he inquired instead. He knew it hadn't been a question, but he wasn't sure what else he was supposed to say to it. There seemed to be very strong emotions around the boy, but there was nothing that he could find within the vague sense of them which would give him answers. He looked at Myrnin again, but the answer there was that Myrnin seemed to have a very conflicting expression. He kept looking at the other boy and wringing his hands. "You going to introduce us?" Sam asked, feeling a bit frustrated. Myrnin had no reaction.
It almost felt like Nico’s entire world ground to a halt. Right. He wondered if he might just try to pay a visit to his father and beg him to let him take a quick dip in the Lethe. That would be less painful than this, right? He wouldn’t have to remember the shame burning on his cheeks, or know exactly what had just been torn out of his heart. The temperature in the room dropped and for the first time in his life, Nico was grateful that the people in the room around him were vampires. They wouldn’t be able to feel it. They might, however, be able to feel the pull of death around him that he couldn’t quite get a hold of. Why… why did it feel like he was ten years old again, his world draining of color, everything threatening to spill out? He was supposed to be in control, now, wasn’t he? He was supposed to be… He swallowed, hardening his face into a mask of passivity. He couldn’t deal with this now. He couldn’t deal with it at all. Why did it feel like he was short circuiting? This was all - stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. And then he realized he hadn’t moved since Sam had asked the question. He needed… he needed air, or else he was going to burst, and he didn’t know what sort of power would pour out from inside of him. Just like that, he was gone. The room settled back to a normal temperature and the racing of his heart was like a memory. He had to get as far away as possible. He went barreling through the shadows, not caring where they spit him out, not caring that he could feel them burning at his fingertips, stealing bits of him away. Was this what heartbreak was like? He thought he had experienced it, but that had felt different. This time he knew he was just being an idiot, that he should go back and apologize and smile and act like everything was alright. He… he hadn’t meant to run away, had he? He would have to face Myrnin again at some point… he tumbled out of the shadows, not bothering to look and see where he had ended up. He still couldn’t breathe.
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Cloudy Sky: Seeing the name gave me flashbacks to certain events that happened about two weeks ago.
Jun 22, 2021 4:51:35 GMT -5
Violetsky: Her name is Tika. She's a Cymric, or long-haired Manx.
Jun 22, 2021 6:27:08 GMT -5
Violetsky: I left the gel pack in the freezer overnight and now it's a solid thick sheet of ice.
Jun 22, 2021 6:32:05 GMT -5
Violetsky: Cymric is the technical term for a Manx cat that has long hair.
Jun 22, 2021 13:48:50 GMT -5
Violetsky: Technically they are Manx's as well; they are not a separate breed but an alternative variety of traditional Manx's, which are short-haired. They're also called longhair Manx's.
Jun 22, 2021 13:50:11 GMT -5
Violetsky: It's okay, I thought she was a traditional Manx for a while
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:13 GMT -5
Violetsky: Well, she is. It's like if brown bears that lived further up North had thicker and longer fur than their southern counterparts. If that was true, then they would be the same species and "breed", they just have different adaptations.
Jun 22, 2021 14:02:52 GMT -5