“Sorry Ebil,” Muse replied. “But, I really can’t teach you how to sense the other roleplayers.” He told him. “Mostly because, I don’t even know how I’m doing it.” For some reason, the ability had just come to him once the roleplayers started to appear. He thought that perhaps he always had the ability, and it just didn’t become relevant until there were any roleplayers to sense, but even so, that would still raise the question of how that power got there in the first place. Another theory was that Godmodder gave him the power. But if that was true, then the thought of why he would do such a thing, or the thought of what else he could possibly do to him or the other roleplayers… were rather terrifying. He tried not to think about it.

Instead, he focused on the RPers’ efforts to get inside the building, and couldn’t help but feel a little proud of them. Surely, Muse had a plethora of skills in his arsenal that he could’ve used to either open the lock or force the door open, but no one had asked him to. Instead, they all used their own skill and wit to find a way in. They didn’t feel dependent on him. And at the rate they were learning, they’d be a formidable force in no time. He couldn’t help but put on a slight smile, just watching them work… that is, until Ebil pointed out why it was locked in the first place. “Hah! That explains it!” he laughed. “Come on, let’s find another entrance…”