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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 1:36:20 GMT -5
[[ i'm glad i can make you laugh my guy xD ]]
"No, haven't met," The Doctor said, one hand cradling the back of the other Time Lord's neck and the other comfortingly rubbing his arm before he released him, "I'm The Doctor. And you are?" He glanced down at his old friend, who looked much scrawnier and paler than the last time he'd seen him, if that was even possible. The other Time Lord was glancing back at Myrnin, standing a bit away from The Doctor, and a bit away from this new man as well, scratching at the place where The Doctor had touched his arm.
"He's a friend," The Master finally grumbled, shaking his head.
"I never said that he wasn't, did I?"
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Eleven beamed, well, it was quite the smile for her usual glum expression. She liked hearing other people laugh. Mike had once asked her why she never did, and she'd just shrugged. Maybe she just hadn't learned how to, but there was no time in her life that she recalled making the noise.
"So," Buck said, clearing his throat, "um, where are you from?" He gestured to Conan, but it was vague enough that anyone in the little group could speak. He just didn't want any awkward silence. |
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 24, 2017 1:45:57 GMT -5
*drops Aizen* Oops xD]]
Nyx frowned slightly and his head tilted a bit to the side. Then he nodded and chuckled lightly. "Alright, yeah, I'll agree with that," he said. "I'm from Galahd, a tiny town out in the countryside of Lucis," he then said to answer Buck. He'd heard the question, but hadn't seen the gesture. "Well, I really spent most of my time in the capital, Insomnia." he then corrected himself.
~~~
Kagura jumped to the side to let Gintoki stand, and peered around either side of him. "Is Shinpachi here with you? Or Sadaharu?" she asked.
"Heh, I was about to ask you the same thing. Guess we're the only Odd Jobs members here," Gintoki replied. He rubbed his rear end briefly and pulled the left arm of his yukata back over his shoulder.
~~~
Aizen was casually strolling down the hallway, taking his time peering in doors that had been left open. The first few he passed were rooms much like the one he had awakened in, but as he strayed further they grew more messy and contained more then just a bed. He stopped in front of one and stepped into the doorway, his eyes first being drawn to the scorch marks on the floor and wall. It was then he noticed a young man standing nearby. "Oh my, what happened in here?" he wondered out loud, his uncovered eye observing the young man.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 24, 2017 2:58:35 GMT -5
((Here, and should be able to rp))
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 24, 2017 3:01:13 GMT -5
Hello!]]
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 24, 2017 3:11:27 GMT -5
Hey hime! Rp? I'm not quite sure where everyone is but I'm guessing they're still near the broken wall))
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 24, 2017 3:20:55 GMT -5
Sure! I've got Kagura and Gintoki just sorta chilling on one side of it... lost track of which xD]]
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 24, 2017 3:41:22 GMT -5
I guess it doesn't really matter much now that it's broken xD
I mig be a little slow, I'm working on a couple drawings))
Arlo walked away from the broken glass, stopping to lean against a wall. She preferred to avoid the crowd, at least until she'd had a bit of time to regain some of her energy, She scanned the faces of the people who'd been on the other side of the wall, but didn't see anyone she knew. That's good, she told herself. I definitely don't think I'm ready to fight my worst enemy right now, and if the others were here... it would mean that they were dead too. I hope they're staying safe wherever they are now.
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 24, 2017 3:58:09 GMT -5
True xD]]
Alrighty, no worries ^^]]
Gintoki looked up at the jagged edges of the hole in the glass wall. Glancing to Kagura, he jerked his head up in the hole's direction. "So, I leave you alone for five minutes and you do this," he teased, a wide smirked on his face.
"Hah? Yeah right! I was only a little part of it!" Kagura snapped, defending herself. "The wall ate a guy's hand and I didn't want to lose my feet, so I shot at it instead." She placed her free hand indignantly on her hip, as the other was busy holding the parasol above her head. Her blue eyes scanned the crowd until they stopped on Arlo and she pointed. "That girl over there did most of it."
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Post by --cato phoenix on Feb 24, 2017 4:42:46 GMT -5
Arlo looked slightly confused when she spotted a girl pointing at her. "What-" She paused as her gaze landed on the broken wall again. "Oh right. Hopefully that Sable guy doesn't find some way to fix it while everyone's looking around the museum for the stuff we're supposed to find." Breaking it once had been hard enough, Arlo wasn't sure what it had been made of, but it couldn't have been normal glass, if it had been normal the thing probably would have came down when Myrnin hit it. Hadn't Sable said something about things in the museum having some type of powers or something? She hadn't really heard the last part of what he'd said earlier... something about a battle?
"This whole thing is really, really, strange," she muttered.
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Post by Kuragehime on Feb 24, 2017 5:26:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, this place is pretty weird. But, if Sable makes the wall again we can just break it again, yes?" Kagura said, holding her fist up in the air.
"Oi, why'd you look at me when you said that? I'm not touching that thing, you said it ate a guy's hand! My hands are too important to me!" Gintoki answered. "And I don't think this stick will do anything to it," he added, holding up his wooden katana.
Kagura giggled, and turned to look at Arlo. "I'm Kagura, by the way, and this lazy good-for-nothing is Gintoki," she said with a wide smile.
"That's no way to speak about your boss," Gintoki muttered, flicking the back of the girl's head.
Sorry for the poof >_< I'm also going to head off to sleep now, talk to you later! ^^]]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 9:56:18 GMT -5
*drops Aizen* Oops xD]] Nyx frowned slightly and his head tilted a bit to the side. Then he nodded and chuckled lightly. "Alright, yeah, I'll agree with that," he said. "I'm from Galahd, a tiny town out in the countryside of Lucis," he then said to answer Buck. He'd heard the question, but hadn't seen the gesture. "Well, I really spent most of my time in the capital, Insomnia." he then corrected himself. ~~~ Kagura jumped to the side to let Gintoki stand, and peered around either side of him. "Is Shinpachi here with you? Or Sadaharu?" she asked. "Heh, I was about to ask you the same thing. Guess we're the only Odd Jobs members here," Gintoki replied. He rubbed his rear end briefly and pulled the left arm of his yukata back over his shoulder. ~~~ Aizen was casually strolling down the hallway, taking his time peering in doors that had been left open. The first few he passed were rooms much like the one he had awakened in, but as he strayed further they grew more messy and contained more then just a bed. He stopped in front of one and stepped into the doorway, his eyes first being drawn to the scorch marks on the floor and wall. It was then he noticed a young man standing nearby. "Oh my, what happened in here?" he wondered out loud, his uncovered eye observing the young man. "I have no idea where that it," Buck informed, before saying, "I'm from Michigan, around Lansing, like, out in the suburbs. Eleven, where're you from?" He didn't want to leave the little girl out, and she didn't seem to talk much unless spoken to first.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 16:14:22 GMT -5
(Sorry guys, I can't be on much today. School. I should be on later this evening. About 6:00 or 7:00 forum time. >.< )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 20:44:37 GMT -5
Chat: Alright, I'm back. I'll reply/start RPing in just a second. I'm fixing this layout... RP: Text
I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free |
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Post by tinybreeze on Feb 24, 2017 21:11:49 GMT -5
(Sorry for not being on today! Busy Tiny is busy. Will be here tomorrow tho. Promise :3)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 21:16:00 GMT -5
[[ i'm glad i can make you laugh my guy xD ]]
"No, haven't met," The Doctor said, one hand cradling the back of the other Time Lord's neck and the other comfortingly rubbing his arm before he released him, "I'm The Doctor. And you are?" He glanced down at his old friend, who looked much scrawnier and paler than the last time he'd seen him, if that was even possible. The other Time Lord was glancing back at Myrnin, standing a bit away from The Doctor, and a bit away from this new man as well, scratching at the place where The Doctor had touched his arm.
"He's a friend," The Master finally grumbled, shaking his head.
"I never said that he wasn't, did I?"
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Eleven beamed, well, it was quite the smile for her usual glum expression. She liked hearing other people laugh. Mike had once asked her why she never did, and she'd just shrugged. Maybe she just hadn't learned how to, but there was no time in her life that she recalled making the noise.
"So," Buck said, clearing his throat, "um, where are you from?" He gestured to Conan, but it was vague enough that anyone in the little group could speak. He just didn't want any awkward silence. Myrnin tried not to listen to the conversations around him. How had a hand broken by being punched into a glass wall suddenly turned into it being eaten by one? It was very amusing to say the least. In answer to the Master, Myrnin raised his index finger (which did an odd twist as it finally healed) to point out, "It might have been the look of terror when you saw his face that gave that away. Though it was never stated you weren't his friend, you c ertainly showed all signs that he wasn't." He shifted his position to favor his left leg. Glass was cutting into his bunny slippers. They never had been made for anything other than house wear. "Name's Myrnin, Mister Doctor. Confirmed insane. Try to fix that, Mister Doctor, and I'll scream." Myrnin didn't care for doctors that much. They never saw what his insanity was stopping. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 21:16:39 GMT -5
(Sorry for not being on today! Busy Tiny is busy. Will be here tomorrow tho. Promise :3) (I know how it is Tiny. No need to worry.  ) |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 21:53:28 GMT -5
[[ i'm glad i can make you laugh my guy xD ]]
"No, haven't met," The Doctor said, one hand cradling the back of the other Time Lord's neck and the other comfortingly rubbing his arm before he released him, "I'm The Doctor. And you are?" He glanced down at his old friend, who looked much scrawnier and paler than the last time he'd seen him, if that was even possible. The other Time Lord was glancing back at Myrnin, standing a bit away from The Doctor, and a bit away from this new man as well, scratching at the place where The Doctor had touched his arm.
"He's a friend," The Master finally grumbled, shaking his head.
"I never said that he wasn't, did I?"
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Eleven beamed, well, it was quite the smile for her usual glum expression. She liked hearing other people laugh. Mike had once asked her why she never did, and she'd just shrugged. Maybe she just hadn't learned how to, but there was no time in her life that she recalled making the noise.
"So," Buck said, clearing his throat, "um, where are you from?" He gestured to Conan, but it was vague enough that anyone in the little group could speak. He just didn't want any awkward silence. Myrnin tried not to listen to the conversations around him. How had a hand broken by being punched into a glass wall suddenly turned into it being eaten by one? It was very amusing to say the least. In answer to the Master, Myrnin raised his index finger (which did an odd twist as it finally healed) to point out, "It might have been the look of terror when you saw his face that gave that away. Though it was never stated you weren't his friend, you c ertainly showed all signs that he wasn't." He shifted his position to favor his left leg. Glass was cutting into his bunny slippers. They never had been made for anything other than house wear. "Name's Myrnin, Mister Doctor. Confirmed insane. Try to fix that, Mister Doctor, and I'll scream." Myrnin didn't care for doctors that much. They never saw what his insanity was stopping. "Well, that's okay! Aren't we all?" The Doctor asked, bouncing on his heels as The Master peered warily at him, now standing by Myrnin again. Yes, friends. Apparently Myrnin was a friend, but he didn't trust his oldest one right there to be the judge of that. The Master hadn't been in his right mind for a long time, and as self-centered as it was, The Doctor really considered himself to be the only person who could really do anything good for him.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 22:28:14 GMT -5
Myrnin's frown stayed on his face for a couple extra seconds than broke into a smile. "Ah, I like this guy as well." His manic smile was back. It never faded for long. "Now, bringing up the current situation, it looks like Mister Doctor here will be the only one making it out of here."
Myrnin brought out his paper, showing that he'd chosen option one and group player. It was an interesting contrast to his new acquaintance's. Myrnin had got a look at them when the Master had been waving his around. It looked like that they were all going different ways. "I wonder how stiff the rules are in regards to groups," Myrnin wondered.
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Post by possumstep on Feb 24, 2017 22:47:38 GMT -5
((may i join? i hope this is alright...!! may or may not join with another character (though probably not another oc) if i feel like it at some point and if its ok??)) *Screenname: possumstep *Name: Nuasae Gender: Female Age: Has existed for nine years, but doesn't biologically age *Description: Body is mostly neon blue and head is like that of a heavily stylized cat, with one large eye and one x-eye. Her head is not attached to the rest of her body, and constantly bleeds neon green. Her bottom half is just legs with pink-and-pastel rainbow thighs with legs that taper to sharp chitinous points, and her only arm is floating beside her body. Constantly crying, even when happy. *Personality: Highly apologetic and attempts to be polite, easily startled. Often over-emotional. She's never really had any friends because she focused her whole life on not dying, so she doesn't really know how to act around other people. Her gut reaction to a bad situation is to panic. Power (if any): Everything on her that's neon green is bioluminescent, and she can summon an axe as a weapon. No, she doesn't get to choose what the axe looks like or what kind of axe it is, and it's never the same axe, either. She also can't ever bleed out, else she would've died ages ago. Though, killing her flower kills her. *Tell me. Are we alive?The code word. Read the rules.): Nah, everyone's a corpse. Nasty! *Path Chosen: 3 Group player or single player?: Single player Other: yyeah i know her design is a little Harsh On The Eyes but i have terrible aesthetic sensibilities *Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms): Nuasae's eye snapped open with a start. Where... where was she? Her breathing quickened as she took in her surroundings. She never would go to bed in the house of a person, as she didn't feel safe doing so, so why was she in here? Was she kidnapped? Glowing blood stained the sheets of the bed she found herself in, and she felt a soft breeze of a paper fluttering out of her hand. Quickly turning, she saw the small note on the floor, and picked it up. ...she was dead? She had never really been certain she could die, but here she was. She didn't understand what was going on; what had killed her, anyway? She couldn't remember! However, the third "option" seemed tempting, and she cautiously marked both it and "single-player" with a dab of her blood - or tears, she couldn't tell. It was all the same color, anyway. When nothing happened, she wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved, but neither would change things. Stumbling to her feet, she peeked out the doorway, noticing with apprehension the shards of glass littering the floor outside the room. Falling down here would be unpleasant. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 22:53:16 GMT -5
(Of course you may join.  Your character is accepted (and what an interesting character she is). You can join with as many other characters as you can handle, whenever you like. I can have Conan run into her in just a second. Just let me add you to the front page.  ) |
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Post by possumstep on Feb 24, 2017 23:00:14 GMT -5
((alright!!))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 23:01:14 GMT -5
Myrnin's frown stayed on his face for a couple extra seconds than broke into a smile. "Ah, I like this guy as well." His manic smile was back. It never faded for long. "Now, bringing up the current situation, it looks like Mister Doctor here will be the only one making it out of here." Myrnin brought out his paper, showing that he'd chosen option one and group player. It was an interesting contrast to his new acquaintance's. Myrnin had got a look at them when the Master had been waving his around. It looked like that they were all going different ways. "I wonder how stiff the rules are in regards to groups," Myrnin wondered. "Yes, why did you chose option one, by the way..." The Doctor began, brow furrowing as he turned his gaze to The Master, who ignored him, turning his head away to look at Myrnin.
"Sable's not actually here. He can't enforce any rules. Though, I'm not sure I want to travel around with you anyways," the Time Lord said, turning his pointed gaze to The Doctor, who just rolled his eyes. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 23:14:47 GMT -5
*Starting Role-Play post(everyone start out in their rooms): Nuasae's eye snapped open with a start. Where... where was she? Her breathing quickened as she took in her surroundings. She never would go to bed in the house of a person, as she didn't feel safe doing so, so why was she in here? Was she kidnapped? Glowing blood stained the sheets of the bed she found herself in, and she felt a soft breeze of a paper fluttering out of her hand. Quickly turning, she saw the small note on the floor, and picked it up. ...she was dead? She had never really been certain she could die, but here she was. She didn't understand what was going on; what had killed her, anyway? She couldn't remember! However, the third "option" seemed tempting, and she cautiously marked both it and "single-player" with a dab of her blood - or tears, she couldn't tell. It was all the same color, anyway. When nothing happened, she wasn't sure whether to be disappointed or relieved, but neither would change things. Stumbling to her feet, she peeked out the doorway, noticing with apprehension the shards of glass littering the floor outside the room. Falling down here would be unpleasant. Conan felt the hair along the back of his neck stand on end. He turned to notice someone new. Someone, more than any powers he had seen yet, that told him anyone. Could turn up here. "Uhhhhh," he didn't quite know what to say. What did you say to something that bled - maybe cried? - neon green. "Hello?" he tried. His feet shifted on the broken glass. Someone should probably try and clean this mess up. It would hurt if someone stepped on it with thin shoes. |
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Post by possumstep on Feb 24, 2017 23:24:10 GMT -5
Meeting eyes with the stranger, Nuasae began to tremble slightly. Of course there'd be other people here, why on earth did she ever consider thinking otherwise? It appeared to be a very small human. Young, maybe? She wasn't the best at figuring ages out.
"Hello...?" she called back, her voice a little bit thin and scratchy. At the same time, she materialized an axe in her hand just in case - she noticed with a stab of fear that it ended up being like a fire axe but made of driftwood, and would probably fall apart the moment she tried to use it.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 23:27:22 GMT -5
Myrnin's frown stayed on his face for a couple extra seconds than broke into a smile. "Ah, I like this guy as well." His manic smile was back. It never faded for long. "Now, bringing up the current situation, it looks like Mister Doctor here will be the only one making it out of here." Myrnin brought out his paper, showing that he'd chosen option one and group player. It was an interesting contrast to his new acquaintance's. Myrnin had got a look at them when the Master had been waving his around. It looked like that they were all going different ways. "I wonder how stiff the rules are in regards to groups," Myrnin wondered. "Yes, why did you chose option one, by the way..." The Doctor began, brow furrowing as he turned his gaze to The Master, who ignored him, turning his head away to look at Myrnin.
"Sable's not actually here. He can't enforce any rules. Though, I'm not sure I want to travel around with you anyways," the Time Lord said, turning his pointed gaze to The Doctor, who just rolled his eyes. "...friends are odd, aren't they?" said Myrnin, looking confused. "I'd love to know background to this." But he shrugged and moved on. "Anyway, I saw you come from the direction of the museum, Mister Doctor. Was anything interesting in there? That should be where any searches will take place. Nothing is in the rooms." He put his paper away. He had no plans on changing his choices, but it could you? |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 23:34:55 GMT -5
"Yes, why did you chose option one, by the way..." The Doctor began, brow furrowing as he turned his gaze to The Master, who ignored him, turning his head away to look at Myrnin.
"Sable's not actually here. He can't enforce any rules. Though, I'm not sure I want to travel around with you anyways," the Time Lord said, turning his pointed gaze to The Doctor, who just rolled his eyes. "...friends are odd, aren't they?" said Myrnin, looking confused. "I'd love to know background to this." But he shrugged and moved on. "Anyway, I saw you come from the direction of the museum, Mister Doctor. Was anything interesting in there? That should be where any searches will take place. Nothing is in the rooms." He put his paper away. He had no plans on changing his choices, but it could you? The Master and The Doctor exchanged a glance that seemed to convey one unanimous thing between the two men, that Myrnin probably would not like to know.
"Well, there was a fire spewing flute that almost took off Kid's face," The Doctor shrugged, gesturing to Kid, knowing that Myrnin wouldn't know who that was, "but that was the only thing any of us touched or looked at before the oh-so-great Sable decided to grace us all with his appearance." |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 23:40:24 GMT -5
Meeting eyes with the stranger, Nuasae began to tremble slightly. Of course there'd be other people here, why on earth did she ever consider thinking otherwise? It appeared to be a very small human. Young, maybe? She wasn't the best at figuring ages out. "Hello...?" she called back, her voice a little bit thin and scratchy. At the same time, she materialized an axe in her hand just in case - she noticed with a stab of fear that it ended up being like a fire axe but made of driftwood, and would probably fall Conan eyed the ax dubiously. It probably wouldn't even leave a scratch. Was that supposed to be threatening? "Um, I'm called Conan. I assume that you've either been in your room for a while or you just got here?" It was an educated guess. Why should everyone appear in the museum at one time? It would explain why Conan had never seen some of these people before, even if they had been on his side of the wall. |
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Post by possumstep on Feb 24, 2017 23:45:39 GMT -5
She continued clutching the axe in a poor hope that maybe it would still be useful if needed, but she had calmed down slightly at the fact that she hadn't been attacked, or anything.
"I'm... Nuasae." She stumbled slightly over pronouncing her own name, correcting herself a couple times before continuing. "I just woke up... am I really dead?" The dread was evident in her voice at the last question.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 23:50:11 GMT -5
Eleven had latched onto Buck's arm as Nuasae appeared. "Monster, monster, monster," she repeated in her head, just staring at it with wide, brown eyes. She could feel how tense Buck's arm was as her little fist clenched onto it, but she could tell he was trying to be tough. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 24, 2017 23:55:20 GMT -5
Conan didn't share the apparent distrust or fear of the others. After all, two of them were claiming to vampires and one could blow up a glass wall. "According to what I've heard, yes. Though I'm still unsure it that is true." He looked at Buck and Eleven out of the corner of his eye. He still didn't know what to believe. If he was really dead, how was he still Conan? Was it because there was still a chance of returning to life.
"Anyway, if you choose the third option on that paper of yours you should be fine." As fine as something like you can be, as far as I know, thought Conan.
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Your character is accepted (and what an interesting character she is). You can join with as many other characters as you can handle, whenever you like. 
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