The Thieves' Museum (Open) - :) Easy to join for new members

(Ah, been there before. If your having trouble, switch them out. You can always add or switch them back if you decide to use them again. )

Edit: whoops late post xD]]
Nyx stopped when he heard a voice call out behind them. "Hey, guys, hold up a second," he said to the group before turning around. He saw Arlo, and immediately recognized her as the one to dealt the final blow to the glass wall. "Yeah, we are," he answered back. "We're off to find a cabinet full of weapons from different places, if you're interested."

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No Kid, you really don't want to be glad that Aizen is following you xD]]

Aizen pursed his lips briefly, he wasn't sure what the specified items looked like either. After all, unknown to him he had only arrived in the museum after Sable had finished his broadcast. He didn't even know that the glass wall spoken about in the note had been broken. Yet, he remained rather calm on the outside. It came from years, and years, of practice. "Yes, regrettably the note gave no clues about either item," he murmured, stepping around the suspended pocket-watch.

(Okay.

*waits eagerly*

Also, I'll reply in a few minutes, I'm finishing up alternate ending to the fan fiction I was making.)

"Sounds good to me," Arlo replied, "I couldn't my weapons when I woke up here... maybe they'll be there."
She wasn't sure why they hadn't been with her when she'd woke up there... maybe she hadn't had them with her when she died? That was strange though... if she had died she'd most likely been in a fight, and unless she'd been at home she would have at least had a knife with her.
She glanced at the paper Conan was holding. "Yeah...We'll need to be careful though, who knows what will happen if we try to pick up the wrong things."
Sable had shown them what 'Freedom' looked like, but Arlo didn't remember him giving them any hints to finding 'Sable's Life'.

Sorry it took so long, as soon as I picked Zoro three more characters popped into my head xD]]

*Screenname: Kuragehime
*Name: Roronoa Zoro
*Where they are from: One Piece
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Headcannons (if any): Not off the top of my head
Powers (if any): He is a master of three sword style
*Tell me. Are we alive? (The code word. Read the rules.): Nope, how unfortunate
*Path Chosen: 3
Group player or single player?: group
Other: He has the world's worst sense of direction, like, the worst. He's gotten lost on a straight pathway before, so this is gonna be fun.

*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms):

Zoro opened his eye and stared at the ceiling with them half-open. Then he closed it and went back to sleep. Eventually one of his own snores woke him up again and this time he stared at the ceiling long enough to realize something was off. Huh? This isn't the Sunny... It was only now that he noticed just how different this room was compared to his room on the ship. For one thing, the bed was a lot comfier and it was an actual bed. Another thing, there wasn't an annoying captain in the hammock next to his talking and fighting in his sleep. It was actually very nice and peaceful, and Zoro would have gone back to sleep once more if it had not been for the note at his bedside. His eyebrows knit together after reading the second line. "You are dead." It didn't make sense, he had just been sailing peacefully on the Thousand Sunny just earlier that day... he let out a short sigh. If the note was true, then that only meant he wasn't strong enough to continue his journey. However, reading the options changed his mind. He clenched his fist, he still needed to get back. His captain and crew needed him. He marked his options, grabbed his three swords laying by the bedside, and forced the door open.

Wow didn't expect it to end up that long... found where all my inspiration went xD]]

(Hi all!! I'm really busy today, so I'm not sure if I'll be on much.)

July had been following the group without saying anything. He wasn't really a talker and didn't feel the need to say anything anyway and if someone wanted to talk to him, he was sure they would. He just didn't want to be a bother to the group.

(Accepted. He sounds like a really interesting character.

I need to make a new character, because I feel like my three active ones (because Sable don't really count because he can't do much...yet). I'll answer your post then or you can catch up with one of the museum groups. Or talk with Gem's, broken's, or tinybreeze's character?)

(Okay. )
Conan looked back at July. He hadn't talked much with him and was quietly curious about him. He slowed down his pace until he was walking beside him.
"What did you mean by being a doll?" he asked. He'd never considered that objects might be able to come into the museum. But he also seemed to have some very interesting powers that would be very useful here.

(Hi again!! I am here for a little.)

July looked at the other kid. "A Doll isn't like the toy you might carry around with you. I am just a normal human who can sent my observer spirit through glass," the boy replied, looking from Eleven to Conan. "That is all."

(Hello!
Want to RP with my new characters? )

*Screenname:Larkflight
*Name:Windsinger
*Where they are from:Flight Rising
Gender:Male
Age:Unkown
Headcannons (if any): His hobbies were dealing with traveling, meaning he is good at navigating through areas.
Powers (if any): Can manipulate wind, shapeshift, the ability to fly.
*Tell me. Are we alive?:Nope
*Path Chosen: 3
Group player or single player?:Group player
Other: Even if Windsinger is a god, I'll tone down his powers and abilities.

*Screenname:Larkflight
*Name:Upsilon
Gender: Non binary
Age:19
*Description: Its hard trying to classify a being complex as Upsilon due to their transformations and regular "upgrades". They are some kind of android with four arms with blasters were there used to be pawpads and two legs letting them to be able to be bipedal, white eyes with the left one slightly cracked. Upsilon has a pale white pelt with a collar around their neck showing a symbol that resembles the letter u but no quite exactly that. Their tail has no fur leaving it to be visible showing a metal structure to be present.
*Personality: Upsilon is a stern individual who can be demanding to be taken seriously. They like having control over what goes on or anything that concerns them causing them to be competitive or angered at the slightest sign of a challenge. When they can't have their way with things they persist but subtly of course, and as for more social matters they attempt to make friends or what they considers as allies.It doesn't take too long if makes up their mind if they need to cut some one off or just add another person in that spot.
Power (if any): Can absorb and deflect forms of energy, use of eyes as flashlights, small mechanical blasters under paws, and has ad block installed.
*Tell me. Are we alive? Nope
Path Chosen: 1
Group player or single player?: Group player
Other: I have to apologize if things get heated, Upsilon can be a bit of a jerk at times.

*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms):

Windsinger:
Windsinger sneezed as a speckle of dust drifted by a little too close. He wrinkled his nose at the new scents, none that he would recognize within his lifetime. "Unholy shade this place is sooo dull!" He yawned light green eyes glancing down at what he suspected was a shrine of his along with a piece of paper within the palm of his claws.It hit him instantly that none of his denizens would have ever made a shrine this large much less one without adoring fans asking for his advise. Speaking of his own fans...when was the last time he spoke to them? Hundreds of years?
"Ah, that certainly doesn't matter, time to read this little scroll, it looks like a hatchling wrote it!" The butterflies in his stomach fluttered deeper at reading the tiny piece of paper. "What on Sorienth has the nerve to write this!? Especially to a dragon such as myself?"

The wind around him fastened grabbing the note away and threw it outside his room.Calm yourself. Surely one of your kin have done committed as a joke. You knew Shadebinder's followers were planning to create a prank-perhaps Lightweaver was in on this too.She has a fascination with museums and artifacts. When I get to the bottom of this I'll make sure that Sable gets thrown into the Wyrmwound! He thought to himself as he began to float above the ground peaking outside his room's doorway.

Upsilon:
Out of all those who were struck with terror and fear they were filled with joy at the news of their out of the blue demise. Upsilon was unlikely to express emotion upon the words written on the piece of paper-this finally meant they could rest forever. No more fighting, technical complaints, repairs, or the formal meetings. The stress was lifted of their soldiers but that vanished quickly knowing there was indeed a possible catch to all of this. "If I am here, then I should investigate the area around this vicinity." They spoke lightly eyes scanning the room they stood in, arms crossed.

"An aura that can travel through glass," July replied as if the question wasn't weird at all. He was fine with the questions since these people obviously were not from his world. "That helps me 'see through glass.'"