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Post by broken on Feb 25, 2017 19:39:04 GMT -5
(*pops in* hey)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 25, 2017 19:44:35 GMT -5
((Hey Broken!))
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Post by broken on Feb 25, 2017 19:52:43 GMT -5
(Hey Arlo, what's up?)
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 25, 2017 19:53:27 GMT -5
Hiya broken!]]
July's reported findings sparked Nyx's interest and he took a few steps closer to him. "Weapons? Did any of them happen to be daggers? A pair of them?" he asked. "I'd say they're each about a foot long."
And now I must poof, be back later!]]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 20:00:04 GMT -5
(Hi there! Ok I hope I'm on then)
July tilted his head some, closing his eyes so he could deepen the concentration. "Swords, knives, probably so,e daggers along with them," July reported, then opened his eyes, stepping away from the glass. "They are all locked in a display case and I don't know of their location."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 25, 2017 20:15:35 GMT -5
Not much, you?))
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Post by broken on Feb 25, 2017 20:34:02 GMT -5
(Yeah same here)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 20:40:56 GMT -5
(Hey! Turns out I'm more poofy today than I thought. Brownie's writing contest is finishing up soon and I'm trying to finish a Museum fan-fic for it. Wish me luck.  Anyway, I'll reply to everyone I missed now.) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 20:44:07 GMT -5
((aa,, i kind of regret choosing nuasae for this rp because it feels like it needs far more... active-ish characters?? i'm feeling like her personality's a tad too weak for this plot and i'm worried i'll end up just slowing you guys down with her)) ( possumstep, We take all types. But if you want to join with a new character or switch her out with another character you can.  Don't feel you have to keep RPing her if she just wont work here. ) |
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Post by possumstep on Feb 25, 2017 20:48:51 GMT -5
((i may just... drop out for a bit. if i re-join the rp i'll be less hasty about just throwing in the first oc that comes to mind,,, sorry!!))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 20:52:32 GMT -5
(Hi there! Ok I hope I'm on then) July tilted his head some, closing his eyes so he could deepen the concentration. "Swords, knives, probably so,e daggers along with them," July reported, then opened his eyes, stepping away from the glass. "They are all locked in a display case and I don't know of their location." Conan frowned a little. "Sounds like they'd be somewhere in the museum. We'd have to look for them." He pointed along the hallway. "I think no matter which way you go you'll end up entering it, so if you want we can go check it out." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 20:58:42 GMT -5
"Haven't tried any," said Kid, on edge. "Look, the only way to turn that thing off once it gets started is to almost get your face melted off, so please, please don't touch it." He hopped from foot to foot, ready to duck and run. (Reply to any replies tomorrow.) "Of course," Aizen said. He had gotten his fill of observing the flute and backed away from it. His arms folded behind his back as he stood and he carefully picked his steps as he moved through the room back to the doorway, the ragged shawl around his shoulders fluttering slightly as he did so. At this point he felt like he was playing a game, though if he had been there to see Sable's announcement his outlook might have been a bit different. (Sorry for late reply. My computer deleted the actual reply i made for this. *sigh* My computer's favorite food is RP posts. Kid relaxed a little as Aizen stepped away from the flute. "Okay, thank." He looked around a little, glad that the temporary danger was over. "Look, I don't know about you, but I'm heading deeper into the museum. I'm looking for something..." He brought out his paper. "Something called 'Sable's Life'. So if you want to come along, you can." He turned away, starting to walk deeper into the museum. He stepped over the occasional item or piece of paper in the path, not waiting for Aizen to answer. (I came up with the names 'Sable's Life' and 'Freedom' on a whim. Thinking back, I wish I'd given them a little more of fancy or I don't know, unique names. So in this story I'm writing I'm trying to give the names a deeper meaning. For example: Freedom is called at because it used to be the only way of getting out of the museum. Kind of sad that the only way to get out was to permanently die...) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 20:59:30 GMT -5
((i may just... drop out for a bit. if i re-join the rp i'll be less hasty about just throwing in the first oc that comes to mind,,, sorry!!)) (Would you like me to put you on the excused list or drop you all together? ) |
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Post by possumstep on Feb 25, 2017 21:04:57 GMT -5
((that's your choice, really! i'm not entirely sure whether or not i'll end up re-joining, so i think maybe it would be best to drop me from the list. i may still keep an eye on the rp though because i still think it's super interesting, even if i don't post!))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 21:07:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, try and help some other way," The Master snapped, barging past Myrnin, and The Doctor. The latter of the two tried to grab his arm, opening his mouth to say something, but The Master just growled, "Buzz off," as he made his way out into the museum, and disappeared around the wall.
The Doctor, not bothering to pick up his pace, just sighed and confirmed, "Museum now."
Walking out into it, it was as grand as before, even with the added scorch marks down the wall.
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Buck turned to look at the boy. He hadn't seen him come up, and he said gently, "Uh, getting out of here. What's your name?" Was he collecting kids now? It seemed like it, though he was barely more than a kid himself. He liked to think of himself as grownup though, for his age. "Fire was here," said Myrnin, like he was reading a sign. He eyed the flute a little. "Not all of those where caused by fire," he pointed out. He was quite sure of that. The other, older marks, looked like they had been cause by something that ate into the wall as much as burned it. Myrnin looked around the entrance, looking at any items that caught his fancy. A pair of boots that had a silver sheen, a clock that ticked at an odd rhythm and a few statues of what appeared to be dragons where all shoved against a Chinese themed dividing screen. All this, along with the case that had held the flute, was again the wall just inside the hallway. "Looks like the previous residents wanted to keep all the dangerous items in one place. I wouldn't touch any of those." (Anyone's welcome to make up items. I just listed the ones that have been featured in my story in OTW so far. The shoes, if put on, give you lightning powers. But once on they can't be taken off. You already know what the flute does and the clock explodes and than rebuilds itself. Anything else is undecided. ) |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 25, 2017 21:09:44 GMT -5
((that's your choice, really! i'm not entirely sure whether or not i'll end up re-joining, so i think maybe it would be best to drop me from the list. i may still keep an eye on the rp though because i still think it's super interesting, even if i don't post!)) (All righty then. Thanks for joining. I'll put you on excused for now and I hope to see you re-join again. Glad you enjoyed the plot.) |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 22:11:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, well, try and help some other way," The Master snapped, barging past Myrnin, and The Doctor. The latter of the two tried to grab his arm, opening his mouth to say something, but The Master just growled, "Buzz off," as he made his way out into the museum, and disappeared around the wall.
The Doctor, not bothering to pick up his pace, just sighed and confirmed, "Museum now."
Walking out into it, it was as grand as before, even with the added scorch marks down the wall.
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Buck turned to look at the boy. He hadn't seen him come up, and he said gently, "Uh, getting out of here. What's your name?" Was he collecting kids now? It seemed like it, though he was barely more than a kid himself. He liked to think of himself as grownup though, for his age. "Fire was here," said Myrnin, like he was reading a sign. He eyed the flute a little. "Not all of those where caused by fire," he pointed out. He was quite sure of that. The other, older marks, looked like they had been cause by something that ate into the wall as much as burned it. Myrnin looked around the entrance, looking at any items that caught his fancy. A pair of boots that had a silver sheen, a clock that ticked at an odd rhythm and a few statues of what appeared to be dragons where all shoved against a Chinese themed dividing screen. All this, along with the case that had held the flute, was again the wall just inside the hallway. "Looks like the previous residents wanted to keep all the dangerous items in one place. I wouldn't touch any of those." (Anyone's welcome to make up items. I just listed the ones that have been featured in my story in OTW so far. The shoes, if put on, give you lightning powers. But once on they can't be taken off. You already know what the flute does and the clock explodes and than rebuilds itself. Anything else is undecided. ) The Master whistled, anger apparently forgotten as he walked up to the objects, circling them and looking them over with a certain morbid interest twinkling in his eyes. "Hey, Doctor, I recognize this!" he said after a moment, picking something up, and then picking up a gun, whipping it around to point at the other Time Lord.
The Doctor flinched, but The Master just laughed, lowering it, "It's not armed. Take a chill pill, friend."
"That's a demat gun. Don't mess with that," The Doctor earned, shaking his head as The Master rolled his eyes and sloppily set it down. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 22:13:48 GMT -5
(Hi there! Ok I hope I'm on then) July tilted his head some, closing his eyes so he could deepen the concentration. "Swords, knives, probably so,e daggers along with them," July reported, then opened his eyes, stepping away from the glass. "They are all locked in a display case and I don't know of their location." Conan frowned a little. "Sounds like they'd be somewhere in the museum. We'd have to look for them." He pointed along the hallway. "I think no matter which way you go you'll end up entering it, so if you want we can go check it out." "I wanna go and see," Buck said, and looked down at Eleven, "do you wanna go and see?"
Eleven nodded and said softly, "Yes, okay." |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 25, 2017 22:16:37 GMT -5
((Sorry I poofed, I think i can rp now, anywhere I can jump in?))
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 26, 2017 1:14:06 GMT -5
I'm back!]]
"Let's go find these things, then," Nyx said with a grin after hearing the replies from the rest of the group. Even if the weapons weren't his own, he would still feel better with some kind of weapon at his side - especially after hearing Sable mention something about a battle.
~~~
Aizen followed Kid out of the room, his footsteps nearly silent. "How fortunate, we seem to be searching for the same thing," he said, a set smile on his face. He glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of far off voices but decided to ignore it for the time being. This museum could only be so big, they would run into each other eventually. "I appreciate you allowing me to follow along, I believe working together will bring faster results," he said, though in truth the man was as much of a team player as a puppetmaster. His eyes flicked to a painting on the wall, though he didn't bother slowing his pace to stop and observe it, for he dismissed it as soon as he saw it was merely a simple landscape.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2017 1:24:44 GMT -5
((Sorry I poofed, I think i can rp now, anywhere I can jump in?)) (Want to join the expedition into the museum that includes Conan, Buck, Eleven, and Nyx?) |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 26, 2017 1:34:18 GMT -5
((sure, I might be a little slow though))
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 26, 2017 1:51:45 GMT -5
((Are they out in the hallway?))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2017 1:55:16 GMT -5
((Are they out in the hallway?)) (Yep, still in the hallway. Would you like me to quote the last post?) |
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 26, 2017 1:59:49 GMT -5
Hiya!]]
Is it bad that I'm thinking of swapping out Gintoki and maybe even Kagura....?]]
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2017 2:06:08 GMT -5
(Hey!
No, it's not bad. You can if you want. In RP they would 'disappear'. Feel like they are a little off for this RP or something?
I'm replying now.)
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 26, 2017 2:10:05 GMT -5
Sure ^^
Hey hime!
I've been thinking about bring in another char but I'm not quite sure who yet..))
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2017 2:27:13 GMT -5
I'm back!]] "Let's go find these things, then," Nyx said with a grin after hearing the replies from the rest of the group. Even if the weapons weren't his own, he would still feel better with some kind of weapon at his side - especially after hearing Sable mention something about a battle. ~~~ Aizen followed Kid out of the room, his footsteps nearly silent. "How fortunate, we seem to be searching for the same thing," he said, a set smile on his face. He glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of far off voices but decided to ignore it for the time being. This museum could only be so big, they would run into each other eventually. "I appreciate you allowing me to follow along, I believe working together will bring faster results," he said, though in truth the man was as much of a team player as a puppetmaster. His eyes flicked to a painting on the wall, though he didn't bother slowing his pace to stop and observe it, for he dismissed it as soon as he saw it was merely a simple landscape. Conan nodded. "Okay then," he turned to walk deeper along the hallway. "This should be interesting. I wonder if anything from my world will be there." It would be an interesting prospect to look at all the things in the museum. According to July, others had already gotten into trouble. Every world. Could that mean that magic items will be here? Or maybe dangerous items? He could think of quite a few things from his world that he wouldn't want to find here. -- Kid nodded, glad that Aizen was following him. "Good. Because I didn't see what Freedom looked like. Still have no idea what this 'Sable's Life' thing looks like either." His eyes scanned the things he passed. A pocket-watch hanging on a long chain from the ceiling, a window was leaning against one wall next to a guitar that strummed music as he passed. "I hope not everything in here is as deadly as that flute," said Katio, turning to look back at Aizen. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2017 2:40:10 GMT -5
"Fire was here," said Myrnin, like he was reading a sign. He eyed the flute a little. "Not all of those where caused by fire," he pointed out. He was quite sure of that. The other, older marks, looked like they had been cause by something that ate into the wall as much as burned it. Myrnin looked around the entrance, looking at any items that caught his fancy. A pair of boots that had a silver sheen, a clock that ticked at an odd rhythm and a few statues of what appeared to be dragons where all shoved against a Chinese themed dividing screen. All this, along with the case that had held the flute, was again the wall just inside the hallway. "Looks like the previous residents wanted to keep all the dangerous items in one place. I wouldn't touch any of those." (Anyone's welcome to make up items. I just listed the ones that have been featured in my story in OTW so far. The shoes, if put on, give you lightning powers. But once on they can't be taken off. You already know what the flute does and the clock explodes and than rebuilds itself. Anything else is undecided. ) The Master whistled, anger apparently forgotten as he walked up to the objects, circling them and looking them over with a certain morbid interest twinkling in his eyes. "Hey, Doctor, I recognize this!" he said after a moment, picking something up, and then picking up a gun, whipping it around to point at the other Time Lord.
The Doctor flinched, but The Master just laughed, lowering it, "It's not armed. Take a chill pill, friend."
"That's a demat gun. Don't mess with that," The Doctor earned, shaking his head as The Master rolled his eyes and sloppily set it down. Myrnin watched with some amusement. He started to walk around a little, hardly paying attention to the warning of others before his burned into the walls. He picked up a small crystal ball, sitting on a lower shelf of a display case. The glass had been broken on the case and he could easily take it out. "Is this supposed to be for telling the future?" the vampire wondered, tossing the small ball from hand to hand. (Any ideas for what it should do, if anything?) |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 26, 2017 3:07:50 GMT -5
Broken glass crunched under Arlo's boots as she walked past the broken wall and down the hallway. From where she was, she could see a small group of people further down the hall, heading toward what she assumed must be the museum. At first she just watched them from a distance, unsure if she wanted to go with them, or stay on her own awhile longer, eventually she quickened her pace to catch up to them. "Hey, are you guys going to the museum?"
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Don't feel you have to keep RPing her if she just wont work here. )
