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yoyohayli said
Sorry I haven't been posting a lot. I'm going through a breakup :c

It's understandable, just eat a bunch of ice cream and get better alright!

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rocketrobie2 said
Not really to be honest but maybe we could develop a plot together.

Well we can talk about it over pm, or here, either is fine with me.

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rocketrobie2 said
I was wondering if you wanted to do a marvel rp? OCs would be allowed in that right?

Oc's are fine with me. Do you have any particular ideas for it?

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Scarifar said
I'd post, but I don't think I trust myself to make any relatively safe decisions right now. Plus, we should have other people posting too.

That's understandable. Now all we have to do is the waiting game.

Wait... Was there all ways a portal here...?

Lydia pondered for a moment, her hand reaching into the bag slung on her shoulder. Shockingly her fingers snaked around a water bottle she forgot she had. With a chuckle she procured it from the satchel and looked at it, finding there was still water in the container. “Here.” She chimed, handing him the bottle with a soft smile.
The shifter didn’t understand what her grandparents had meant when they told her humans were awful beings. These three seemed nice enough. They were nothing like the stories she had been told all throughout childhood. ’I guess they were wrong.’

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Bump!!

Wait... Was there all ways a portal here...?

Lydia stepped closer, getting a good look at them all. “So I guess the rumors are true, a bunch of humans fell through a rouge portal.” She muttered, feeling bad for yelling at them before. “Sorry for yelling, I was just worried. I’m Lydia by the way and it’s a pleasure to meet all of you. As for the dragon you just saw, his name is Raziel, and yes he’s real.” She adds with a small smile, the blue haired girl moving closer to the group. Her eyes however shifted worriedly at the boy in the wheelchair. She carefully approached him, stopping close by his side and bending forward a bit to level off with him. “Are you alright?” she asked quickly, her voice softening to her usual kind tone.

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Alexandra had taken a quick step back, moving instinctually away from the flames. After the initial shock at the flames she looked back, only to wish she hadn’t. The painting was completely unaffected by the flames, though the beings inside it were burned to a crisp in a sickening scene. “Next time Pyro maybe it would be best not trying to burn everything we find. Honestly I think you made it worse.” She said with regained composure. Her gaze flickered over the painting, practically feeling the flames on her skin and the smoke evading her lungs. It was all in her head, she knew that, most of it being caused by the trauma. The painting however no longer felt as ominous as it had when she had first seen it.

That’s when she noticed Mr. T’s absence from her grip, he must have jumped away during the fire ordeal. Alexandra quickly scanned the hallway before noticing him dashing towards the figure she had noticed before. Her stomach plummeted, ice running down her spine as she took a harder look at the unknown being down there and even though the figure was hard to make out she could feel the darkness surrounding it. “Mr. T!” she yelled, dashing off in his direction in a frenzy. It took her no time at all to catch up to him, the slender girl stopping him by swooping him up and holding him close again. Her gaze however was locked with the thing down the hall. It seemed about her height and the way it’s eyes glowed reminded her of the glassy eyes of the painting. The color though matched her own, being a fierce aqua color, yet the figure itself looked more terrifying than the charred bodies she had just witnessed. It’s clothes seemed to be ripped, dripping in blood, and sticking to their figure. The thing that bothered her most though was how much it resembled her, from the eyes to the outline.

Alexandra took a step back, taking her eyes off the figure momentarily to look for another way out of this hall. Her gaze though only met the shiny surface of multiple mirrors. The entire hall was made of mirrors. Something caught her eye though, a sliver of motion behind the reflective glass. Almost like a shadow running by. Once again searching for a way off this hall, though she knew she had to go back to the group, she glanced back at her lookalike. From where she was standing though she noticed the shiny film between them, like it was only some deranged reflection. Something was different however, instead of just being the one figure it was now several, eight to be exact. Seven of them she recognized but the eighth, it almost seemed like it didn’t belong. She didn’t linger any longer though, turning and running back to the group with Teddy in her arms.

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Wow, I go missing for practically an entire day and nothing has moved... at all. Well then, I better get typing, should have something up soon.
---Edited----
Enjoy your creepy hall of mirrors, complete with a ghost figure.
Oh and don't worry there is a way off the hall, it just hasn't been revealed yet.

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yoyohayli said
Wait, what?
!I'm scared now :c

Evil Psycho man has an evil house with a mind of it's own. This isn't going to be a walk in the park.
Though right now nothing seems really menacing...