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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 1, 2020 19:23:07 GMT -5
"Yes!" said Myrnin excitedly, smiling. He didn't need to explain that word with a large nod - his expression explained it. Or so he assumed.
This did, however, leave a bit of gaps between what to do next. The simplicity of what they'd done thus far really wasn't enough to carry out a simple conversation.
"This is going to be tricky," muttered Myrnin. The words were easily smoothed together, without the careful focus he'd placed onto each word before. Then again, he wasn't trying to teach Nico the words.
He turned away, looking at the wall. There were a lot of things on the walls - different alphabets and words that went with pictures. It was hard to say how Myrnin could use these, but they seemed the most useful to start.
He glanced back at Nico, gesturing at the wall. "Eh?" he asked. "What do you think about using these?" Again, the words weren't really portioned out for understanding. Instead, Myrnin just sort of let both of his eyebrows rise.
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Post by strider on Aug 1, 2020 23:47:28 GMT -5
That word was clear enough at least, and Nico almost smiled. Almost. Myrnin’s excitement was contagious, it seemed. They had only said a few sentences, nothing that would help them get out of the room, but it was a start. His brows pulled together at the sound of Myrnin’s voice going through syllables and noises that were entirely foreign to Nico. He crossed his arms, wishing Myrnin would at least try to translate when he spoke out loud. Surely he could try to mime it or… something.
He stood up, moving closer to the alphabets on the wall, glancing between them and Myrnin. He gave a long sigh. The alphabet Myrnin was pointing to was close to English, but missing some letters and with doubles of others. In other words, it made absolutely no sense to Nico.
“We don’t need to be literate,” he snapped back, “Just fluent enough to speak.” Not that Myrnin would understand that. Besides… “You do science. You probably already know the Greek alphabet.” They weren’t getting anywhere. They needed abstract concepts more than they needed nouns they wouldn’t ever use. However… if they could go through pronunciation… his brows raised and he grinned at Myrnin, pointing at the first letter of the Welsh alphabet and doing his absolute best to pronounce the word written there. It was an absolutely horrendous attempt, but it was still an attempt.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 4, 2020 4:40:22 GMT -5
Even though Myrnin didn't understand Nico completely, he still pouted. He had just been trying to help. It seemed like a good idea at the time anyway.
He crossed his arms expressively, stuck out his bottom lip, and shuffled his left foot against the floor. He dropped it after a second, since for some reason Nico was suddenly looking at the Welsh alphabet and trying to pronounce the sounds.
Alright, Myrnin had no idea what he was getting at, but he'd humor him for now. A puzzled expression on his face, Myrnin slowly pronounced the sound that Nico was trying to pronounce. Nico's attempt was pretty butchered, but Myrnin tried pronouncing it as best he could so that Nico could understand.
He did keep up the puzzled expression, however. Just a second ago, Nico had been made about his choices. What was he planning now?
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Post by strider on Aug 5, 2020 23:58:20 GMT -5
Nico would have time to apologize for discounting Myrnin’s idea later. It was a genius idea, if they just got down to the sounds that made up each language. He didn’t have time to teach “I’m sorry,” especially given he had no way to explain it. His eyes narrowed and he tried his best to listen to Myrnin’s pronunciation. There were some sounds that his mouth just failed to make, but the rest of it he seemed to be getting somewhat better at. He moved through the list of words, trying to “warm up” in the language. Once he had an idea of the sounds, learning the language itself would be easier. Hopefully it would be the same for Myrnin, but once they got through the Welsh then they could move on to the Greek.
“If I don’t get a sound right you can just point to what sound it’s supposed to be.” Which, of course, came out in a language that Myrnin couldn’t understand. He grumbled a curse under his breath. He’d just have to demonstrate later. For now, he waited to see what corrections Myrnin would have for him now that he’d tried to pronounce all of the words.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 10, 2020 3:33:57 GMT -5
There wasn't much hold back from Myrnin holding in a small wince. Nico's attempt was full of effort, but it wasn't as good as Myrnin could have hoped. After Nico had finished, Myrnin hesitated, then corrected several things that Nico had said as clearly as possible. Nearly everything needed correcting. He itched to break it down, to go into detail about each sound and why it was butchered. But he didn't think there was the time, so he settled for correcting the sounds that would be integral to him understanding what Nico was saying.
He wasn't sure how likely it was that they'd actually be able to learn and teach a whole language in the space of time they were here. Not unless this was some sort of room where they would be here for a long period of time. Even basic conversation took a bit more than one day's lesson.
But then again, maybe it was House magic. Myrnin wanted to know - badly.
He tried to be patient and think it over, but he was growing impatient instead. But he carefully controlled the feeling and let it go. Waiting for what Nico would do next.
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Post by strider on Aug 10, 2020 23:35:37 GMT -5
In Nico’s defense, Welsh was hard. Still, he did his best, trying to form the words as he heard them from Myrnin’s lips. The corrections he made helped, but they still weren’t perfect. Then again… Nico wasn’t looking for perfection. He was just looking to solve this room. Although he was loathe to admit it, and definitely on edge from being stuck in a room with a vampire that could turn on him at any moment, the room was a fun challenge. He liked languages. He liked learning them and knowing them and being able to tell what was different between them and what was the same. Maybe, in a different world, he’d have grown up to be a translator. Or a fighter pilot. Or a pirate. Okay, at least translator was the more achievable of all his career goals.
The thing was, Nico had a feeling this room was going to go by more quickly than Myrnin seemed to assume. Nico knew they were both rather adept at language learning – they had to be, given their histories. What was one more?
Having pronounced the Welsh words as best he could, Nico moved a bit to his right and pointed at the Greek alphabet poster – complete with the Greek words besides them. Hopefully… hopefully Myrnin would at least know the alphabet. If Nico had to teach him the alphabet as well? They might be there for a while. At least if he knew in vague terms how each word was pronounced… but Nico wasn’t holding his breath.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 16, 2020 14:44:02 GMT -5
Nico was correct in assuming that Myrnin knew the alphabet, so there was that. He moved over to where Nico was pointing and allowed a faint smile to flicker at his lips. He knew this at least.
"Easy," he said. Then he rattled off the letters without much of a hitch. He clearly knew that apart at least, even if a finer grasp of words and grammar in all its complexity wasn't within his grasp just yet.
"What now?" he asked Nico. The question was in his voice, but he added an eyebrow rise just to be sure. Then again, he could have asked 'how was that?' with the same tone, but he assumed it would amount to the same thing.
Turning in the direction of one of the pictures, he pointed at it, musing just a little, "Honestly, these are the furthest away from what I know about Greek. I know Latin more, actually. I'm very fluent in Latin. Greek is that old car in the yard sort of rusty. You've got more ground to work through than I do though."
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Post by strider on Aug 19, 2020 0:56:03 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe this exercise was a waste of time with Myrnin. Nico couldn’t help the tiny flicker of annoyance in the back of his head that Myrnin had an advantage over him. This wasn’t a competition, but Nico was going to have to work harder regardless. What else was new? He gave an appreciative nod – at least he wouldn’t have to spend forever correcting Myrnin’s pronunciation like Myrnin had needed to do for him. It wasn’t a great consolation.
Nico’s eyes narrowed as Myrnin said something, trying to fish out the words. He recognized “I” and “You” but that was about it. That was… frustrating. This whole thing was frustrating. But also… interesting. Also very, very interesting. He cooled his flaring temper and tried to figure out what sort of concepts they were going to need.
“We,” he murmured quietly, gesturing between the two of them. “Door,” he added, miming opening one before looking to Myrnin to see if he got it. “We need a door.” His words were slow and careful, hoping Myrnin would be able to get the gist of what he was saying.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 19, 2020 22:10:23 GMT -5
At least Myrnin got what Nico was miming. That wasn't just completely based on the miming alone - he did get the words. He nodded. He agreed. They did need a door. It was, however, a matter of getting on.
He tapped his foot against the floor and looked around as he debated over what to do. At least in his case, his tired head seemed focused on what was going on. There wasn't any little lapses of his attention.
But that didn't mean he'd found a door, even if he was looking around.
"Humph," he said. Hopefully Nico wouldn't assume the sound was anything more than that.
"Any ideas?" he asked, looking back at Nico. He pointed at his head and scrunched his eyebrows up a bit more than was probably necessary.
The only thing around them were ways to learn words. How could that get them a door?
"Open Sesame?" he asked. He had no idea if that would make it through the language barrier, honestly.
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Post by strider on Sept 3, 2020 2:15:43 GMT -5
“Ideas,” Nico repeated clumsily in Welsh, trying to muse over the world like it would make a door appear. Learning an entire language just to get a door seemed like a lot of work, but it was by far not the worst room Nico had ever been part of. In fact, he was excited by the idea of it. Or he would be, if Myrnin weren’t a ticking time bomb that could become an emotionless, human-eating creature in a moment flat. Nico still didn’t know what triggered that, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
He squinted at the second sentence Myrnin had said, trying to figure out if it meant anything. There didn’t appear to be any miming going along with it, so… probably not something Myrnin actually expected him to understand.
“Maybe we could spend time learning.” The sentence was too long and complicated to be understood given the room, but Nico allowed himself to say it anyway. It was a chance to admit what Nico actually wanted to do.
“I will teach you.” This he mimed, almost smiling as he did so. “If you teach me.” He tried to make the words sound like a question – he didn’t want to drag Myrnin into an activity he didn’t want to do if he had other ways to try to get out of the room.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 9, 2020 2:32:58 GMT -5
The vampire paused, then raised his eyebrow. Was Nico enjoying himself?
He glanced around, as if this would produce an answer to the question. If that was true ... well, that was good, wasn't it? He wasn't sure if there had been a lot of rooms where Nico had been excited, had there been?
"Okay," he said, looking back at Nico. Then he gave his friend a thumbs up.
He wondered in that moment whether it was possible to make Nico smile.
"Do you want to hear a joke?" he suggested. He paused, then pointed to one of the various alphabet posters. It had a clown. "Ha ha?" Myrnin suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
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Post by strider on Oct 6, 2020 13:38:44 GMT -5
If Nico didn’t understand Myrnin’s first sentence, the expression and phrasing that went along with it elucidated the meaning of the vampire’s question.
“Hear?” Nico repeated, unintentionally picking out the wrong word from the sentence. He had meant to say “joke,” but he didn’t understand Welsh well enough to be able to pick out which word was which. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t trying. “Yes,” he managed, giving a firm nod. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to even understand the joke, but it was worth a shot, wasn’t it? And intonation and delivery was about half of what made a joke funny anyway. This was an interesting room. If Myrnin wanted to tell jokes… well, Nico wasn’t going to stop him. It wasn’t like there was any immediate danger here, so he allowed himself to relax just a little bit.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 10, 2021 4:37:36 GMT -5
(Mint has by now forgotten the clever way this was going. Ah well.)
Myrnin was about to tell the joke he'd been about to regale Nico with when he forgot what he was going to say. He looked slightly disappointed. Apparently that wasn't going to work.
He waved at a different poster. This one a picture of a stack of blocks. Then he waved a hand to an actual stack of blocks in the room. As expected, they had letter on them.
"Want to use those instead?" he asked, sounding slightly abashed. Not waiting for a response, he walked over to the table and indicated the blocks that were propped up on top of it. Then he started stacking them. Wasn't clear whether he was making a word or whether he was just building a very large tower.
Eventually he did turn it to show Nico. He'd tried spelling out one of the words that Nico had taught to him. Hadn't worked - he was off by several letters - but he pointed to it proudly.
"I'll steal a block from you every time you spell a word wrong," he said playfully. And if Nico didn't understand him? Ah well for him. He'd find out.
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Post by strider on Jan 17, 2021 21:41:11 GMT -5
Nico tilted his head, unsure at first what Myrnin meant. Hadn’t he been about to try to say something funny? Then again… perhaps Nico had just misunderstood. He followed Myrnin’s gesture, then turned to look at the blocks.
“Sounds good,” he replied with a shrug. He followed Myrnin, watching with a furrowed brow as he stacked the blocks. It wasn’t until he was done that Nico realized what he was trying to spell. Carefully, Nico rearranged the blocks to what he thought was right. The issue was that he wasn’t very good at spelling.
After a long moment, he started constructing a tall tower with his own blocks. The spelling was also incorrect, but it was clear he was trying. Language learning was easy enough for him, but that didn’t mean he actually knew how to write or spell things in the language he was aiming for. He tilted his head at Myrnin, waiting to see if the vampire would fix his less than admirable attempt. He gave a small smile, trying to match Myrnin’s tone with his own mood. He hadn’t understood what he said about the blocks. He was about to find out soon enough.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 1:40:17 GMT -5
And that was exactly what Nico found out. Myrnin reached across the table and adjusted the spelling of Nico's block tower. But then he took a block off it as well, grinning as he did. Then he rearranged his own tower, spelling out what he hoped was a simpler word.
In the mean time, he'd set the block aside, making it look like he was keeping some kind of point tally.
After he'd finished his block tower, he looked at Nico expectantly, eyes wide. He was waiting to see what Nico would do and if this particular tower would prove to be more beneficial than the last.
"Huuuuum?" he asked.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 23, 2021 5:02:24 GMT -5
Well, this seemed to produce a grin from Myrnin. He passed the block he'd taken from Nico back, then corrected the spelling in the current block tower. Then he spoke the word again, just to remind Nico how it sounded ...
Aaaaaaaaaand then he took a block again.
What score he was keeping exactly when he kept giving things back was anyone's guess, but he still seemed to be doing something. Something Myrnin, which probably meant it was unexplainable.
With that in mind, of course, the next thing he spelled had a couple too many vowels itself. But he still pointed to it proudly enough.
Funny enough, it had never actually turned up ... but Myrnin couldn't spell very well. In Welsh, maybe. He'd had enough time to practice that and English out of necessity. But he wasn't some rich, well educated person. He was self-educated. His idea of learning and how to get about what he wanted wasn't what was likely familiar. Even still, he did at least know how to get by. Not with this, unfortunately. He still pointed to the tower several times, looking for encouragement and making thumbs-up.
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Post by strider on Jan 24, 2021 17:47:38 GMT -5
Nico nodded, glancing at the spelling Myrnin had fixed. Phonetics. It would help if he could just figure out what those looked like in Welsh… he frowned a little bit as Myrnin gave a block back only to take one, but… well, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to understand even if Myrnin were capable of explaining it to him, so he let it slide.
Very carefully, Nico corrected Myrnin’s most recent word, saying it out loud again. Then, following Myrnin’s example, he took a block from him, too. Hopefully, Myrnin wouldn’t be offended by that? Or if he was, then hopefully he just took another block instead of attacking. Nico swallowed the thought back. Did he think Myrnin was going to attack? Possibly… though something in the back of his mind was telling him that he wouldn’t.
Nico was honestly surprised with Myrnin’s spelling attempts in Greek. It was spelled like someone French would try to spell it, but it was still impressive. Nico himself wasn’t self-educated – he had gone to school for a good portion of his life, but the honest truth was, he couldn’t remember going to school, not before he’d arrived in America. He just… knew things, sometimes, that he couldn’t have known if he hadn’t taken classes.
His next word in Welsh – albeit similar to the one before – was somehow spelled right. He glanced at it, then glanced at Myrnin, waiting for a verdict.
“This is… fun,” he added carefully, managing a small smile. Hopefully, Myrnin would understand the sentiment if not the words.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 31, 2021 18:52:34 GMT -5
Myrnin beamed, then gave a thumbs up, probably referring to Nico's spelling. He'd certainly liked this outcome and he felt like this was a good way for them to be able to, well, have fun as well. He might not have understood the words, but the sentiment came through.
Even still ... he could tell Nico was hesitating. He frowned at nothing in particular, chewing at his lip. Then he just respelled his tower, rearranging blocks into another word he though he remembered. This one was also misspelled. Then again, he had other things on his mind. This was fun, but it was clear that Nico was ... wary.
What part of his friend had he lost?
What part of himself was he losing?
He couldn't think about that though. This was meant to be a fun room.
He paused though.
Then he waved a hand between himself and Nico.
"How ... how do you say 'friend?'" he asked.
He didn't think Nico would get it, but he had to try.
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Post by strider on Feb 1, 2021 1:27:47 GMT -5
Nico managed a small smile, taking Myrnin’s thumbs up as a good thing. Even now, when he wasn’t sure where he stood with Myrnin, when he remembered caring about him but had no reason for his caring… when he had reason to doubt how much Myrnin could be trusted… even now, Myrnin knew how to eke out one of Nico’s rare smiles. It made Nico a little bit uncomfortable if he considered it for too long, so he decided it was probably easier to just… not think about it.
Looking at Myrnin’s latest tower, he shook his head, pointing to the two letters Myrnin had gotten mixed up. He didn’t take a block. He didn’t know what the rules for that were.
Instead of building a new tower for another word Myrnin had taught him, he met the vampire’s eyes. He was pointing between them. What was he asking? Nico shifted, frowning just a little bit.
“People?” he suggested, though he doubted that was the right word. “Acquaintances? Space? Game?” None of that seemed right.
“Friend…?” he suggested hesitantly, though he didn’t know if that was the accurate description for the two of them. He hugged his knees to his chest. Maybe… he’d ask how Myrnin felt about him when they left the room. Were they friends? Nico had spoken to him too many times for them to be strangers, but… he couldn’t remember anything of substance from their conversations. Most of it was buried underneath the bandages Myrnin had smoothed over his most painful memories. He had no idea.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 5, 2021 22:50:54 GMT -5
Myrnin wasn't really sure what to make of what Nico said. He found himself wondering if any of the words out of Nico's mouth was the one which he was looking for. It all seemed very different from what his internal lexicon was supplying.
He settled for the last one. Even if it wasn't correct, it was something to spell out with the blocks.
Even still, he found himself frowning in concentration. It felt ... very hard to consider all the things about what he had done to Nico. He seemed happier, but he'd also lost Myrnin as a friend. Myrnin didn't know how to get him back. He also didn't know if there was a way to get him back without seeming pushy.
So, instead, he just spelled out the word, not bothering to correct Nico's little tower. As far as he could judge, it was spelled out correctly anyway.
He kept glancing back up at Nico though, trying to catch the other blinker's eyes. Then he just gave a bit of a shrug.
It was something. He wanted to try.
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Post by strider on Feb 6, 2021 0:56:56 GMT -5
Nico watched Myrnin spell out the word, discomfort growing in his stomach. Myrnin thought they were friends. Nico remembered thinking the same about Myrnin. What was different? Why did it make him uncomfortable to know that they were friends? Why did he feel that Myrnin seemed to care more for him than he did for Myrnin? There was something he was missing.
It took him a few moments to determine if the world was spelled right. He tilted his head, then gave Myrnin a thumbs up. He got it right, at least.
Nico didn’t know why Myrnin was looking at him like that. He didn’t… he didn’t know what was running through Myrnin’s head, and he found he wanted to know. He wanted to figure out what he was thinking, why he thought of them as closer than Nico did… it was frustrating, not knowing. Even if he was still nervous about what Myrnin could and would do if he lost control.
After a very long moment, Nico mimicked the gesture Myrnin had made, motioning between the two of them. He tilted his head, curious what the world might be in Welsh. It was a start. He was trying.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 2:32:01 GMT -5
Myrnin looked at Nico in surprise. He could hear the demigod's heartbeat. He knew there was more to what Nico was thinking than the little hand gesture really let on. Nico could have spoken all his thoughts out loud and Myrnin wouldn't have known what was on his mind.
Which was tough. Really tough. Myrnin wanted to tell him, Wanted his friend to know why things had changed the way that they had. But that wasn't practical.
"Friends," he said. He hoped that was the answer Nico was looking for.
He looked down at his blocks. He tried to memorize how the letters were set. He didn't want to forget them.
But he was well aware that Nico wasn't the only one who'd lost something. Sure, all of Myrnin's memories were still in tact and would remain so, but his mind was still hovering on the verge of wondering somewhere that he couldn't control. Somewhere that he couldn't get back.
And that made things very difficult. Very.
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Post by strider on Feb 8, 2021 17:09:42 GMT -5
“Friends,” Nico repeated in Welsh, forcing a small smile. He tried to spell out the word using the blocks, but he didn’t quite succeed. What he got was close, but… not perfect. The phonetics of Welsh were still a mystery to him. Still… he was trying. He was trying to bridge this strange gap that he didn’t understand, that he couldn’t quite ask Myrnin about, because… what was Myrnin going to tell him? Would he tell him the truth? Did he even know what the truth was?
Nico didn’t know what Myrnin had given up for him, didn’t know how much he had risked. If he did know… Nico frowned a little bit, looking up and around the room. Was there a way out, now? Did he want a way out? The room… it was fun. It meant he could focus on something he enjoyed rather than the weirdness between himself and Myrnin.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a long moment. “I’m sorry I don’t know why you think we’re friends. I’m sorry I can’t be what you think I am, I don’t…” he sighed, grateful the House wasn’t translating him. “I wish I knew how to try. Do you want me to try? Do you want me to just… accept your friendship even though I don’t know what I did to deserve it…?”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 12, 2021 23:05:36 GMT -5
Even if he knew the smile was forced, Myrnin still felt a flicker of lightness in his chest. He paused when Nico started talking. He didn't understand any of it, apart from the fact that the word 'friend' might have popped up a couple times. So instead he studied Nico's face, watching his expression. Waiting. Trying to work out the exact meaning of what his old friend was trying to get of his chest.
He didn't know. But it might have been along the lines of not knowing why things were the way they were now. And what was going to happen.
Myrnin looked around. Trying to see if he could find some answer. Even if he didn't know what had been said. Maybe to answer his own feelings on the matter.
He found it eventually. Placed on the wall.
He pointed toward the clock. Then said, "Takes time."
A small smile brushed across his lips. Hopefully Nico would understand that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 15, 2021 0:43:01 GMT -5
Yeah. Myrnin was aware that time might not be on anyone's side. But he couldn't think about it. If he did, he didn't know what he'd do. So instead, he started to fiddle around with the blocks. Nico had smiled. That was what counted.
Something must have changed. Somehow. Because, without noticing, a door behind Myrnin opened. There hadn't even been any awareness of a door there prior, but it now stood open by a crack.
Myrnin looked behind him, pausing with curiosity.
"Is the translator working again?" he asked Nico. He looked at the door, then pointed, just in case the demigod had missed it. He then glanced back.
"Should we leave?" he asked, frowning just a little.
He was okay if that was okay, but he'd ask first.
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Post by strider on Feb 15, 2021 19:32:16 GMT -5
Nico glanced at the door, brow raising. Had the House just… wanted him to admit all of that out loud, even if Myrnin didn’t understand it? Or did it want them to share the word friend? He didn’t understand the meaning of the room. Clearly, the House had wanted them to reach some sort of conclusion. Clearly, they had reached it satisfactorily, but Nico didn’t know what it was. He wanted to scream at the House and ask it to be straightforward for once, but he managed to keep his thoughts in check.
He hesitated for a long moment, then looked at Myrnin. He wasn’t quite ready to leave – there was one word he hadn’t learned, though… he didn’t know how to ask for it.
“Thank you,” he said in Greek, raising an eyebrow in question. He frowned for a moment, then reached over and handed Myrnin one of his blocks. Perhaps… perhaps Myrnin would understand what he was getting at.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 19, 2021 22:55:19 GMT -5
Myrnin seemed to. Even if just a bit. He looked down at the block that Nico had given him, then repeated the word that Nico had said, only in Welsh. Then he set the block aside and stood.
He had no idea what the purpose of the room was either. But there was at least was a lot that he could think about ...
Good or bad.
He glanced toward the door. Then looked back at Nico.
There was a small smile on his face. Then he stepped toward the door, heading for the open portal to the living room (or another room) and he had no idea how much longer there would be time together.
He had no idea if there was time. But he stepped forward anyway, pushed the door open a bit farther, then stepped into the living room.
And it was the living room. And he looked back, waiting for Nico.
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Post by strider on Feb 20, 2021 3:51:15 GMT -5
Nico followed Myrnin out of the room, a sigh of relief coming over him once he realized it was the living room. Did he want to talk to Myrnin about what had just happened? Not really. But he also didn’t want to have to face another room. Especially not after that one had actually been fun, if not a bit stressful.
“Can you understand me?” he asked, testing out the translator. He gave a small smile as he realized he was actually forming English sounds. Good. If there was one language he wanted to be stuck in, he would never have chosen Ancient Greek. It was great for swearing, but incredibly impractical in a lot of modern conversation. It was just… missing too many words.
“Friend,” he said after a long moment, deciding it was probably better to just put it out in the open instead of letting it hang between them. “That’s the word you were asking for, right? The one that you gave me, too?”
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