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(...Kuragehime, I am slightly confused by the statement in your siggy. @.@ What'd I do?)

Auransky

"Not sure... I guess this may be an effect exclusive to the box. Kind of like Belial's ability to seal both physical and magical skills," Kazuya guessed. He looked down the hall, trying to see if there was anything of note nearby. "Anyway, there should be others nearby. Perhaps they know something important. The problem is finding them in the first place..." Other than Minato, he hadn't seen another person in here yet. He knew they were out there, though. The ice was an obvious clue.

Kuragehime mintedstar/fur broken

Quote slowly nodded when Conan looked at him. "I'm not a genius when it comes to computers, but I'm pretty good at using them..." He was more of a combat robot, after all. If Sue or her brother were here, then there'd be no problem. But at the very least, he might be able to pick up on some computer messages. He'd accidentally intercepted transmissions like that before.

( O.O Aw, I'm surprised you still have that. That's awesome. )

mintedstar/fur Kuragehime broken

Quote sat down in front of the computer, setting his bat against the desk. Everything seemed like a normal desktop to him. First things first: look at the computer's files for anything important. A few clicks brought him to a screen with some folders. He clicked one of them to see if there was anything important.

tinybreeze mintedstar/fur Kuragehime
"Interesting," Noé replied as he glanced around the room. The books didn't look like they would be of any use since there was no was to differentiate between them. Then, his attention was back on Quote and he just stood behind him, looking over his shoulder as he opened a few files.

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Mint
Roxie froze for a moment, looking up from the book she had been flipping through, which just seemed to have a bunch of nonsense. "O-oh, hello there," she replied, letting her hands fall down to her side as she began playing with the end of her cape nervously. "I wasn't expecting to run into anyone else any time soon."

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Mint Auransky
Snake listened to their exchange silently, since none of his pets had anything to say, and he didn't either. After a brief moment of silence, he decided to speak up. "The choices aren't that hard, just choose your instinct feeling, says Keats." He glanced over at the snake for a moment, then looked forward once more. That probably wasn't the best advice, but it is what he had done.

--cato phoenix 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 Kuragehime
"I can agree with that," said Newt, narrowing his eyes at the next display. As his attention moved he saw something catch the light and he pointed downward. Everything on this path was perfect, yet a few pieces of glass were scattered on the floor. His finger followed the trail along to another display case, the broken glass growing thicker as he went. He pointed to an empty display case. "And there were the weapons were. And probably Buck's book as well." 
The wizard looked around, frowning. There was a few other items in nearby display cases and another looked liked it had been forced open. He pointed to it. "And my wand didn't do that. Someone's been this way."

(Hey, I'll be leaving the forums on the 29th for a week and a half. Auransky , tinybreeze , Kuragehime , and broken , can I ask you four to accept any new members if they want to join while I'm gone and keep this place moving every now and again? ^^" If necessary, you can RP my characters. Just want to make sure this place doesn't fall into oblivion.)

(Edit: *cough* Excuse me, I'm tired. I just remember half of you will be gone then as well. ^^' Ignore this if that's the case(?))

*Screenname: Spiritdeath
*Name: Emi
Gender: Female
Age: 15
*Description: 5’3’ overweight girl with dark red hair ending just below her shoulders, brown eyes and medium skin tone. Pear body shape, good posture but rather tense and usually holds her arms close to or in front of herself. Wears a plain white wifebeater under a baggy red and gray striped hoodie and black jeans.
*Personality: Generally won’t speak unless spoken to. Avoids talking about anything too personal and will quickly become angry and defensive when pushed to do so. Blunt, and on occasion tactless. Hypocritical- often lies but hates being lied to, annoyed by sarcasm but prone to sarcastic comments herself.
Power (if any): None
*Tell me. Are we alive?(The code word. Read the rules.): We are all dead here
*Path Chosen (If you don't understand look through the choices in the intro): Option 1
Group player or single player?: group player
Greatest enemy (**only required if you chose option 2): Cameron
Other: Emi and Cameron are half-sisters
*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms): Emi woke up with a start, shooting upright from the bed. Confusion, unfamiliar and blurry surroundings made a panic shoot through her, and leaping out of the bed without really thinking was not the best idea. Her still-asleep limbs started to fail and she would’ve fallen flat on her face had she not caught herself with the wall.
Blinking until the room around her became clear Emi slowly moved away from the wall and circled around the room, checking under the bed and eyeing the door wearily. She’d check that last. Seeing as the room was virtually empty, she returned to the bed and picked up the paper resting on the nearby table.
She read the note and after staring for a minute placed it back down, counting the seconds between inhaling and exhaling before slowly taking the paper and reading over it again.
Glancing back at the door to make sure it was still closed, she sat with her back to the wall. The last thing she remembered was from what had to have been weeks ago, the time between now and then definitely there- she just couldn’t access it.
Unfortunately, it was a familiar feeling. What was worse is that she had close to no doubt in her mind how she must have went from the world.
After camping out in the corner for a while, feeling bad for herself and sort of like she was sick, Emi looked back at the paper clutched in her hand and made her choice.
“Do I have to say this out loud or…?” She muttered in a slightly raspy voice to the empty air, glancing at the ceiling like some magic voice would answer.

*Screenname: Spiritdeath
*Name: Cameron
Gender: Female
Age: 17
*Description: 4’11’ petite girl with thick black hair hanging below her waist, tawny skin tone and hazel eyes. Stands with her shoulders back and takes long strides when walking. Wears a white ¾ sleeved crop top with a triangle design on it, black shorts and vans.
*Personality: Rash, selfish, and occasionally over dramatic. She makes choices on the spot without giving it much thought and has difficulty dealing with the consequences of her actions. She loves people and can’t stand being alone for too long. She’s quick to care about, care for, and claim people as her friends, though she also gets possessive, territorial, and protective of them. She can sometimes become manipulative to get her way, but genuinely doesn’t want to hurt anyone and cares greatly for other people’s feelings. She bottles up her more serious emotions, reluctant to open up for anyone or anything.
Power (if any): none
*Tell me. Are we alive?(The code word. Read the rules.): We are all dead here
*Path Chosen (If you don't understand look through the choices in the intro): Option 2
Group player or single player?: Group player
Greatest enemy (**only required if you chose option 2): Emi
Other: Emi and Cameron are half-sisters
*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms): Cameron could tell without even opening her eyes that something was weird. She instinctively reached out to pat at her alarm clock that was distinctively missing, went to pull the blankets back to find no sheets covering her, and there was no music playing faintly from the kitchen when her dad routinely acted like a dork by dancing around as he made himself breakfast. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking around the room curiously.
“Well, I’ve officially been kidnapped.” She thought aloud, throwing her feet over the side of the bed. Just before she descended into freak-out mode, she noticed the paper waiting on the bedside table and quickly snatched it up, reading over the paper and quickly deciding between the options.
“So… I’m dead then…? Wow that- that kind of. Really- sucks.” she thought back, and not able to remember how exactly she had gone was ridiculously frustrating- she had to blink back tears to keep from sobbing from the sudden stress that overtook her.
Taking only a minute as she forced herself to go from sad and confused to indignant, she stood and left the room to find someone who knew what, exactly, was happening.

(XD you're totally fine! I can't stay on any longer anyway, its like 2 AM here and I have to get up at 7 XP

Thank you! I'll be glad to start RPing soon )

(No problem! Leave it to us! :3)

mintedstar/fur
The girl nodded as she listened, not really sure what to say at this point. She really didn't know much about this point and was also just wandering around. "Oh! My names Roxie," the masked girl said, taking a few steps closer towards him. "And I'm afraid I can't help you figuring out what this place is. I just know we're supposed to be dead and that this is some museum."

Auransky

Kazuya shrugged and focused for a moment, grabbing Jezebel's attention, before walking between a few piles of odd objects. It seemed to get messier the longer they walked... This kept his mind off his current predicament. He didn't even want to think of losing any of the Bels. He'd need them all to defeat God. Instead, he focused on the cat painting on the wall or the small dragon statue that may or may not have blinked its ruby eyes.

mintedstar/fur broken Kuragehime

For a second, Quote thought that the pixels on the screen were out of place. But as the black substance began to move, he reached a hand out to brush it off, only to feel... something brush off the screen. "What the..." This wasn't any normal computer. And what was it leaking?

(Sorry for the late reply. )
"It isn't necessary," chuckled a voice. It wasn't easy to tell if it was male or female, but held a slight lilt that made you lean toward the idea of male. The voice was speaking from a set of hidden loudspeakers, so dead-noise hissed in the background.
"I have you on file, Miss Emi. I know what choice you made."
Sable didn't use his hologram or paper crane messengers this time, falling back on his old mode of contact with those within the Museum.