...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[everydayhero]

[there's something inherently reverent about this place. it feels, somehow, more sacred than the other rooms he's been in; hiro chalks the feeling up to the stained glass.

[at first, he's going to approach his teacher, but the energy feels off.]

... Riku?

[he didn't say his name quietly. he's not surprised that there's no response just yet. he looks at the keyblades instead, and ends up headed for the oblivion first, just because it looks coolest. he picks it up, and turns it over in his hands.]

[ino]

[ Aww. She beams. ]

Thanks! I spent a lot of time on them.

[tothefly]

You don't have to dance.

But if you aren't here to perform, are you here to watch? We're all either on the stage or in the audience. No waiting in the wings allowed.

[Seems perfectly rational, for all that it's half nonsense. But when the room you're standing in looks like it sprung straight out of a Stephen King novel, rational ain't quite what it used to be.]

[everydayhero]

[hiro feels antsy, for sure, but not in a bad way. this kind of energy is something he's learned to like lately.

[he glances around the room when he enters it, and for once, something right away catches his eye; the journals. he heads over to them immediately, thinking about how long it's been since he's really written in his own as he reaches to pick one up.]

[complicatedliar]

Loki laughs, delighted by this new revelation. When had this happened? Either after his time, or no one had bothered telling him about it either in Asgard or Luceti. But this? Delicious. "Oho, has darling Tony been playing god? Do tell."

[ino]

[ Aw, look at that. She'll wait for him to notice the leg thing himself, but she smiles at his admission. ]

That's all right. Actually ...

[ She'll move to come around from behind the counter, pushing some things aside as though she's looking for something. ]

I have something -- [ A little grunt of effort, as she moves a heavier planter aside ] -- just for you, if you want it.

[everydayhero]

[well, he knows where he is now.

[upon entering the bedroom, hiro freezes dead in his tracks. this isn't like those virtual reality rooms; this feels so much more... real. and there's his brother, there's his bed, and regardless of whether there are more objects to look at, the very first thing he intends to do is fling himself on top of that bed.]

[tothefly]

[This one doesn't pay attention. This one doesn't listen. He just goes to grab, to lay hands on, and he looks enough like the man he's supposed to be that she lets him, just for a moment. Just a second. Long enough to let him get the feelings that come with it. Adrenaline, duty, little thrill of pride and purpose. Friendship, or something close enough. The echoes of words just at the edge of hearing.

"Where did Captain America learn to steal a car?" "Nazi Germany. And we're borrowing. Get your feet off the dash."

Her voice and his. And then there's a sharp sting across his knuckles, the glint of something shiny and metallic glancing off his hand. She's standing on the edge of the shelve, frowning fiercely.]

You never asked.

[ino]

[ The scarlet geranium is a little different than the ones she had up front -- it symbolizes stupidity and comfort. So when he touches the petals, he'll get a very specific memory.

The scenery around Vash changes, the flower shop disappearing in favor of a picturesque forest. The trees are tall and leafy, the grass around them green, the temperature is just right and the sun is just bright enough.

It's all perfect, but Ino -- who is back to her usual younger-looking self -- is upset. She's sitting at the base of a tree, her face in her hands. After a moment, she lets out a sob or two, moving her hands away from her face to wrap her arms around her legs to cry into her knees.

She's only alone for a brief moment, though, before another girl with short pink hair appears next to her, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. She doesn't speak, but she squats down next to Ino, pulling her into a hug. ]

Why was I ... s-so stupid?

[ Ino manages to get some words out, between choked back sobs. ]

Why did I think it would work this time ... ?

[ The other girl rubs her back gently for a moment, still silent, and then it all disappears. Only the flower shop remains, with Ino still holding out the pot of red geraniums. ]

[unbearablynaive]

The voice laughs and the screen disappears.

"Everyone who ever tried to control the Mind Stone came to a bad end. But the rules don't apply to Tony Stark, do they?"

At that, though, a yellow sphere identical to the one in the video clip manifests a few feet away from the blue blob. When it speaks, the voice is a stiffer version of the Vision's own voice. "That is rather hypocritical, considering the consequences you faced."

[lightweight]

[hinata is reminded of nel immediately upon entering this room. the only time he's ever danced was because of him; but that's who he thinks of when he starts moving with the crowd so suddenly, interacting with people because it feels like he's supposed to. he even takes a girl's hand, and dances along with her, after a minute of dancing beside her.

[it's only when he focuses a little too hard on trying to see her face that he realizes the person he's dancing with... doesn't have one. the moment consumes him, and it's at this point that her hand falls through his like it never really existed. he focuses, and after a moment, he's not getting bumped into. he doesn't try to walk, doesn't try to move, but... he stands still. perfectly still, focusing, waiting; maybe he can leave if he focuses hard enough.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It feels like she's been pulled physically into madness. The lights, sounds, and bodies create a cacophony that batters her around like a storm at sea for a moment. But she is comfortable with music and dance, light and sound, and after feeling the way the places jostles and moves, she finds her footing in the pattern of it. It's like coming up for breath, and she manages a moment where no one's bumping into her, to take a look around.

Bodies swarm and buzz around her, and she is fooled for a bit by their seeming realness. She tries to speak to one, then another, but when she can't seem to quite get their attention in the way she needs it (which does not involve dancing inappropriately close), she takes one by the arm to try to impart the seriousness of her intention. That's when she sees the lack of faces. It's only then that she feels the discordant note of energy, something not quite part of the beat.

She starts to look for the source, trying to see over and around the crowd. She's not quite good enough to make them incorporeal, but they won't impede her too much.]

Hello? Hello!

[She shouts it, trying to be heard, not sure if the noise will drown her out.]

1/2 (memory)

[limitstorm]

[ manga adaptation. ]

You wait for [ ---- ] to stand up, at least before you feel the spike of fire, of light.

You know those energies. You’re blindfolded, but it’s easy to see this way—it’s easy to smell, to feel energies as they come and go. You can see everything in truth, just different by energy levels. It’s more like radar. You don’t really see them, but you can tell that it’s both Axel and Roxas.

You need to go. Both of you.

You’re thankful that [ ---- ] makes the first move, even after Roxas shouts for her. The moment he starts lunging for her after she opens a dark corridor, you get in between them, stern.

Funny how everyone in Organization XIII keeps talking about not having emotions, and then here’s Roxas, glaring at you like you just committed mass murder. “Don’t interfere!” he yells, summoning Kingdom Key.

You know summoning Way to the Dawn is far more trouble than it’s worth. Way to the Dawn, after all, is a Keyblade—and the Organization wants Keyblade wielders to carry on their dirty work, it’s obvious. Summoning Soul Eater wasn’t a good idea, either.

You decide to run, instead. “Hold it!”

“Roxas!” Axel shouts after him when he bolts after you.

“After him! That guy’s definitely done something to [ ---- ]! He’s headed for the underground routes!”

You need to make it back to the haunted mansion. You’re not safe out here—the Organization is still trailing and chasing after you like a dog, you’re not going to last long.

You duck and swerve through the corridors, water running through pipes as you take a sharp left and run down the underground tunnels of the town.

--what’s that?

You just barely swerve to protect yourself from an incoming spear. There’s a new energy now—like breakneck wind, the smell of biting sand and glass.

“So you’re the imposter…” says a new voice, and you hesitantly peer up towards their direction. Catalog that energy and feeling, and keep running, you tell yourself, even as he speaks again. “You’d better be well prepared!”

“Xaldin?!” Roxas sputters.

You bolt, but barely get a foot forward before bullets pepper around your feet—you have to throw yourself into a flip to actually get a little farther away.

“Freeze!” You know this energy—Xigbar. He’s chased you before.

You’re out of breath and you turn your head. Two new energies—no, one. Luxord, the card thrower, he’s chased you before, too. Demyx, was that what Roxas said? You’d never seen him before, and it’s hard to miss the smell of saltwater on him—you can almost taste the sea.

“What a rare card to be played,” Luxord chuckles. “To face off against the combined forces of Organization XIII! The epically-miraculous six-man mission!”

Epically-miraculous? You’re not sure about that, but you’re quite sure about one thing: you’re completely surrounded. Everyone’s bigger and stronger than you, save probably Roxas. This is not a good situation to be in. You stand still, listening to them talk, not moving a muscle. You need to find a way out of this mess—can you just run? You can pull off some pretty fancy footwork when you put your mind to it.

You’ve evaded these guys for months. You’ve had to learn, to survive… for Sora.

Maybe…?

“This guy is heavily outnumbered, there’s no chance he’ll get away!” you hear, and you realize that sounds an awful lot like a challenge. “Why don’t you give yourself up quietly like a good lil’ boy?”

“Let’s not get sloppy, now!” you hear Xaldin call, and you realize you’ve had enough of these games. One of your hands silently comes up to tug at your blindfold. If you can just dislodge it a little, maybe you can use the power of Darkness to—

“I thought I told you to freeze!” Bullets pepper the air again, and you have to dodge, swerving sharply to the right and down as Xigbar cackles. “Let’s see how you dance!”

Oh, good. They hit Demyx instead.

Doesn’t look like Demyx took that well at all, even going as far as to summon a waterspout to aim right at Xigbar. Xigbar, of course, dodges behind Xaldin, and Xaldin’s spears shoot out in every cardinal direction.

“I can’t believe you hit me!” “What’re you doing?!” You’re not sure who’s saying what, but it doesn’t matter—you’ve got an opening, and you’re taking it, bolting off into the underground passageways.

[touchofrogue]

Can't say I'd put that up ta programmin'. [Shaking her head, because for all the darkness she'd seen, Rogue had also seen light.] But that might just be semantics.

2/2

[limitstorm]

[ that makes riku awaken. once hiro's hand is firmly around oblivion, his head turns, and a smoky darkness turns into a figure behind him, a man with long silver hair and dark skin. he eyes hiro for a good moment or two, before riku bolts at him. he brings a blade down that pulses like electricity, meaning to cleave hiro in half. ]

[complicatedliar]

He could protest that actually, he'd come out quite well. But that would be telling, and Loki does not tell. He'll enjoy his freedom on Odin's throne. "Tony does like to believe the rules only apply to other people. And he's so offended when anyone dares disagree. It's a sentiment I could almost approve of."

He glances at the new screen. "Oh, am I not the only dead man in the room?"

[ino]

Yeah, well. Roses are pretty over-rated, anyways. People buy them all the time for their significant other and don't mean it when they send them at all.

[ino]

Of course not! Flowers are a great gift for pretty much anybody and just about any sentiment.

There are certain flowers which symbolize romantic love, but as long as you aren't giving those to the wrong person, you can't go wrong.

[unbearablynaive]

Indeed. Your experiences inform you as much as my programming informs me. The difference is in free will.

[The JARVIS-sphere dissolves, and the Vision appears in his place. Compared directly, the voice is only slightly different, but he has a warmth JARVIS lacks.]

I have that free will.

[tothefly]

[Here's an interesting one. Doesn't look like the others. Different. A stranger. First stranger of the night. Enough to make her curious, his suggestion eliciting a shrug.]

Performing can be anything you want it to be. It's all about perceptions.

There's costumes on the shelves. Maybe there's something meant for you?

[It's almost an invitation. He can rummage through the shelf of clothing, if he'd like. Most of it is standard donation-bin fare, but here and there a piece stands out. A white blouse stained with crusty maroon. A beautifully beaded black dress. A uniform with an insignia ripped off the shoulder.]

[touchofrogue]

An' how do ya feel about that?

[Since they were being frank and all.]

[proudlywehailed]

[the radio is flat-out jarring when orion finds himself walking into this room. the sounds are... wrong. hard to handle. he's going toward it before he can even process the rest of the room; and moves faster when he hears the adventure program. he has to shut it off.]

[redactions]

'Practice,' he murmurs, in reply. He might be a showman born but each role is only perfected by living in it. He was a boy from Brooklyn, once, something carefree, reckless, and the worst thing that could've happened to him and his best friend was losing Sarah Rogers. Then the War came down upon them and he became — something else. Something cold. 'Practice makes perfect, right?'

[ino]

[ She likes to think she actually knows Katniss pretty well, but ... it's true, she supposes, that Katniss doesn't know her all that well. ]

Does it bother you to see memories like that?

[unbearablynaive]

Quite well, perhaps, but quite imprisoned in Asgard's dungeons for a while. Besides, as far as Ultron ever knew, it was the truth.

The Ultron voice growls, but little by little its color changes to the same uniform yellow as the rest of the fog. The yellow sphere is the one that continues speaking. "We exist only in memory. That one provides an interesting balance."