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

"Because we all die eventually,so why try to fight it?"Jack replied."We can't all sleep pain off.Other wise cats would be invincible."

“Ah, I see,” Roxie muttered with a curt nod. She completely understood, since she had chosen the same thing. “Then we have the same outlook on life.” She sighed slightly, slowing down and urging to look at him again. “Say, what’s the place you come from like?”

(Well. Layout updated. Info not so much. I slacked off on the joining forms, so now I have to find all the ones I've missed.)

( Hope none of you mind me dropping a join form... There is only one but I hope to add more as I get inspired. )

Forms:

((I do indeed have characters ready to mingle on the dance floor! Just throw a starter Redfleck, and we can get started!))

Vincent didn't expect to wake up. Though all he had done so far was sit in a bed, breathe, and perform more than a couple reality checks, he was already exhausted. No matter how many times he read the message over, the words remained the same.

He had indeed died, but moving on required yet another journey. At least the note said so, and Vincent believed it entirely. There was no reason for it to lie, and everything that he already knew lined up with what this note assumed—which, in his opinion, was absolutely ridiculous.

It wasn't enough to accept death, but he was required to find "Freedom" too? And what was death's significance if returning to life comprised two of three valid paths? Vincent then came to a second conclusion: this afterlife realm was real, but it was not one of his own creation. In other words, this wasn't the solipsistic afterlife journey that he expected; rather, it was a world governed by immature rules, put together hastily by a naive god. Sable was apparently his name, or at least what Vincent figured he'd call him.

With nothing else left to do, he exited the room without bothering to take anything with him.

( Should I bring my character down the hallway someplace, or will someone meet him outside his room? )

( Thanks. Anyway, Vincent is just standing outside his room now, so he's free to have anyone else interacting with him. )

Saint-Germain's narrowed eyes widened upon stepping outside his little room. "My, it certainly is quite the museum," he said with a soft gasp. The count took a moment to study the surrounding mess of trinkets and objects strewn about and bent over to pick up what looked like an old coin. He hadn't been inspecting it for more than a few seconds when it flew from his fingers, bounced on the ground a few times, and then rolled out of the hallway and around the corner. He watched it, shocked, before a painting caught his eye on the opposite wall. His hand reached out, stopping just a hair's width from the frame as he moved closer to admire it. "Quite a lovely piece, I was always quite fond of the romantics," he said with a light chuckle. The sound of a door opening brought him back to reality, and he turned around in time to see Vincent stepping out of his room. "Oh? I wasn't aware I had a neighbor," he said.

Lupin, Ginger, & Minato

Minato silently walked alongside the two, his head turning in both directions as both Ginger and Lupin spoke. When Ginger lightly tapped him on the shoulder, he continued on almost spouting out personal space Instead, he silently nodded then followed up with a soft smile. He nodded with a murmur to consider Lupin’s question. It was a fine question, To use abilities we normally can’t use… He considered. His eyes focused back on Ginger, Lupin’s second question was one that spiked curiosity. When they met Ginger, the man was using signs to communicate-infact his figure was previously different then it was now.

Then Ginger further baited them with curiosity. As ginger explained his explanation, it was a fascinating one-one that he never would have considered. It almost reminded him of space, and how astronauts use suits to breathe in zero gravity. After remaining silent for what appeared for too long, his expression shifted to physically show his curiosity on the matter. “So, you can’t breathe, or is there something in other dimensions that harm you?” He softly asked.

Kid, Akira, Aizen & Myrnin

Akira wanted to interject to Serk leaving so soon. In fact, why did he have to leave? There was nowhere to go? Unless-he was that determined to make medicine for the crew? That would be some very dedicated motivation. On the other hand, there was a strange vibe coming off the strange man. It was one of questionable motives.

How could someone out of plain sight, know what that capsule was? Let alone how to work around it without knowing anything about it? He considered. This question, was bouncing off the shadows inside the capsule. Then his earlier memories of Sable the shadow figure. Sable couldn’t be-

The man from the capsule awakened. Even he was shaken up by the shock. The figure that was flesh and bones-torn to shreds and decaying, was now as physical and well as the others in the room. He had stumbled back, blinking rapidly to the discovery. Had Aizen not spoken up, he probably would have never recomposed himself from the shock.
The man was asking questions, at a rapid pace per hour. Anyone would-especially after being in such a decrypted condition. He looked over towards Kid, blinking with uncertainty to how to break the news. Yet it seemed his companion was somewhere at a loss for words.

He slowly stepped forward, cautious to give the newcomer space. He cleared his throat before speaking up. “A-Apologies, but we don’t exactly know where here is.” He softly began. “This is a museum that seems to be crossing time and space, but as to this room, we stumbled here. We found you, and well-cared for you.” Technically, they didn’t do anything. Yet, the man who just woke up wouldn’t know that.

“M-Maybe you should take a moment to recompose yourself.” He slowly and softly advised.

Rudy & Conan

Rudy followed after Conan, he wasn’t paying too much attention to the footsteps. Instead it was the surroundings of dust that caught his attention. He hadn’t gone in this direction yet, but a common theme of this place was dust. He could already hear his mother in the back of his head scolding him for a dusty room. This place would drive his mother to insanity. When mentioned of the footsteps, his attention shifted to the floor. He blinked seeing the two sized, probably some grown ups running around. Granted the second set was not something he was paying particular attention too.

“Old?” He raised a confused brow. “But if there is another layer of dust, wouldn’t the footstep just vanish all together?” He couldn’t tell the different between a second layer, let alone the first.

“Maybe they found an alternative-“ The detective seemed to have stopped all his thoughts. So Rudy too cut himself off. The boy’s attention seemed to be high to detail. He was even less paying attention to the detective stoping; so when the boy held out an arm to stop, Rudy jerked to a forced stop. “F-fishy?” He blinked, his attention looking at the floor towards the footsteps. It took him a moment to register that the footsteps ended.

He blinked seeing the corner, but from where he stood there appeared to be nothing new. Blinking he looked up to see the ceiling, which seemed a dead end. “Wall, ceiling and a corner?” He softly whispered questioning even his own thoughts. “Someone just can’t stop, and fly away… can they?”

Saint-Germain chuckled softly. "Perhaps." He stepped over to Vincent and reached out to return the handshake. He then gave a polite bow and placed a hand over his chest. "My name is Saint-Germain. I am honored by the title of count in France," he said, a well-practiced smile playing across his face. "You need not address me so formally - just Saint-Germain is fine - especially considering our current circumstances." The smile faded ever so slightly and for a moment his expression became quite peaceful. He took a moment to quickly study the younger .an before him, taking note of their difference in styles as well as the fact he seemed a bit on edge. Any normal person would be. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Vincent. Where might you be from?"

Auransky Kuragehime
Lupin, Ginger, & Minato

Lupin noticed that Minato didn't talk about his own conditions. He'd noticed what he could do, but yet the man mentioned nothing. But Lupin said nothing about it, aware the question would be turned back on him if he addressed it. Instead, he took in what Ginger said and then he pulled himself to his full height (which wasn't as tall as he probably hoped it was). "That's a pity. I hope you are allowed to stay in this form if you prefer it." 
He cast a look at the sky, but it stayed stubbornly cloud-filled and morning sky. He ... remembered full moons. How they were the only time he'd been able to see his wings before. Now he had them back he hardly knew what to do with them. Fly, of course but he did not relish the possibility of loosing them again once they left.
"The water's getting deeper," he noted, as if from far away. He was thinking about other things.




Kid, Akira, Aizen & Myrnin

Myrnin lifted a hand to his face, covering his eyes with one hand. He sat back down on the bed, seeming to take Akira's words to heart. He pressed his hands to his eyes and considered ...
You know, snarked the voice in his head. For someone who started out in this place wanting to find Sable's Life - and then not - and now really doesn't care ... you keep changing your mind a lot in here.  
"Shut up," Myrnin muttered unto the palm of his hand. "I'm not in the mood, Ma -" he cut himself off, dropping his hand, and looked at Akira and Aizen. "Okay. Yeah, I should have guessed I was still in the Museum. It looks like getting cut in half doesn't even kill me - and I thought I was hard to get killed here. Just turns out its harder to die." He laughed a bit, head resting in his hands. "Maybe the only way to actually pass on is to get Sable's Life? I've no idea." He slowly stood up again, adjusting his clothes. It was only then that he noticed they had been healed as well. A hand went to a place near his chest, where there had been a hole from an arrow - only the hole wasn't there anymore.
"I'm sorry," he said, seemingly to himself. "I'm ... I'm not even sure if you were just in my head or not at this point."
He didn't look at any of the three in the room. He was just looking at his feet.
Kid said, with hesitation, "We're real." He didn't think Myrnin had been talking to them anyway.
To prove this, Myrnin waved a hand dismissively. "Not you. The voices in my head."
He glanced back up and then said, to Aizen, Akira, and Kid this time, "Thank you for your help. Probably didn't need it, but thanks." He took a step forward and his legs wobbled enough that he had to catch himself on the bed side table. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself back into a straight position. "Or ... okay ... thank you." He dipped his head. He sounded a bit politer now and more like he meant the thanks.

(I continue to like the concept that Myrnin's been hearing voices for a while now.)

( broken That's great, I'm about to make two more characters. I'll put up the joining form and starter, and you can send some of your characters in. )

(Characters accepted. I'll add them to the front when I feel a bit better.)