Yeah yeah, so this is a Haunted House RP (If anyone can remember way back to Puma-Chan's RP, it will be like that. But you would of had to been here a long time to even remember who she is.) This RP requires you to be committed, and able to let yourself get hurt. I don't want any "Lol nah I didn't get hurt." Be realistic, I'm not saying be a sitting duck or someone who has everything effect them, but you need to asses the damage.

Now this RP says "Test of Stability," and I mean mentally. Now heres how thats going to work. Right off the bat we will decide if you are going to be more of a fighter or a person who can deal with paranormal or anything like that well. We will decide this in PMs. You can be average, high Mentally with a lower fighting skill, or a Higher fighting skill with a lower mental skill. Now, of course your things will improve, your stability will increase as you deal with events as they occur.

Next, now of course I won't be like "lulz throw something at you, that you can't possibly handle." No of course not, that wouldn't be fair. It will defiantly get challenging at times, and certain actions you take may make the things that are after you different. Surprises surprises guys. You shape your life in this, honestly.

Now whats the point in this? To get out alive. Plot will be given as it goes on...


As it goes for character sheets

All I need specifically is

Stability Level: (1-10)
Physical Level: (1-10)

Anything else, go nuts.

Can I be a different thing other then a human? :D
Sure why not. But then you need to give me more information obviously, and also what you can do, strengths and weaknesses. If your normal human, say normal human.



SPECIAL ABILITYS PLOX?!
I guess that depends now, if your a human you can have 4 magical attacks, abilities, whatever is your fancy I don't really care.
Everyone else gets 3.

OF COURSE AS IT GOES ON, YOUR NUMBERS WILL INCREASE, I WILL TELL YOU WHEN YOU CAN ADD MORE.

ALL REQUESTS TO JOIN MUST BE SENT TO ME VIA PM. ALL.

Rules

1- Your post must be at least a paragraph in length to be qualified as a decent post. I will gauge the range and the actions your doing in it. No actions to put? Inner monologue always makes for character development.
2- Only 3 posts max in between one of my posts. I have a life, and I would like for this to be organized. So when I post, you get three posts to talk, do an action, or whichever.
3- Don't spam up the topic.

More might be added if I see they need to be.


People in the RP
Name: Koros Bykugo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Half human-half raven
Stability level: 6
Physical level: 4
Weapon: A sapphire dagger and a dual bladed katana.
Appearence: About 5'9" with black hair that goes just a little above his shoulders, has pitch black eyes with long, thin, red pupils, has two giant raven wings coming out of his back, and bird like feet.
Special abilities: One thousand blades: The blades of the katana split into one thousand blades that get launched forward, then disappear.
Sapphire barrier: The dagger's blade forms a wall around Koros that protects him from attacks
Raven barrage: Koros flies over the opponent leaving feathers floating in the air, the feathers then become razor sharp and land on the enemy.

Name: "Verloren"
Apperance: Wearing a set of rather baggy brown pants, along with an equally baggy gray shirt made of a strange material, which feels similar to silk. He has chesnut hair that is slightly above shoulder length, and prefers to keep out of the spotlight.

Race: Human

Abilities:
Enhanced Healing: The general ability to close up and heal minor to moderate wounds with focus and will power and a bit of time.

True Sight: For various possible reasons, he is more capable of seeing through illusions and tricks of the mind. As a negative side effect, it tends to make him see things that he may not want to see I.E. he can see the brutal murders of the previous people in the house at times.

Soul Weapon: Through focus, this person can create a weapon capable of harming both the material and the immaterial.

Artifact: This person carries something on him that seems to repulse weaker malevolent entities that draw to close.

Physical:4
Stability:6

Name: Professor Ostello
Age: 31
Appearence: Ostello chose to wear a black t-shirt and black shorts, and a pair of white running shoes (He didn't have any that came in black). He brings a fanny pack and a belt with a gun holster, with a gun in it. He about 5'8" , skinny, bright blue eyed, brown haired with a messy style.
Weapon: A gun of his own invention. nsted of shooting regular bullets (Though it can) it shoots magical bullets, so things that can simply pass through solid objects may get hit with magic.
Suplies: First-aid kit, regular ammunition, flashlight, English to Magical dictionary. (Never know)
Magical Abilities: Charging his gun.
Stability: 8
Physical: 3

Name: Mitchell Conant
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Regular Human
Stability level: 7
Physical level: 3
Weapon: Bokken (wooden sword)
Appearence: Stands at about 5'9", with a slim frame. He wears a blue and white Hawaiian shirt, and blue denim jeans. His hair is brown, slightly messy, and long enough to need a trim, and he wears glasses.
Personality: Mitchell is an intelligent, quiet young man with a curiosity for the unknown. His temper can be strained to its limit sometimes, but he is mostly a calm, quiet individual willing to help out others.
Special abilities
-Soul Fire Blade: Mitchell runs his fingers along the length of his bokken, and it lights with a blue fire. The fire allows him to damage non-corporal entities.
-Evaluate: Mitchell is able to determine the strengths and weaknesses of a foe.
-Fade: Mitchell's form can blend in with his surroundings, making him almost invisible.
-Dirty Trick: (Only usable after Fade) Mitch re-appears behind his foe and slashes them from behind.

Name: Aura L (or just L in some instances)
Age: 24
Gender: female
Species: human
Stability level: 7
Physical level: 4
Weapon: switchblade knife and good aim. knows how to use a gun, none on her.
Appearence: About 5'4" thin framed, with a short shock of white hair that always looks messed up. Gray eyes look knowing and confident for someone of such a scrawny stature. Simple clothing in the form of a white button up and jeans covers her body. Carries a pair of reading glasses, she cant see things close up real well, but her vision can reach farther away than a normal persons.

((Oh, wow, I remember that. That was fun... too bad it died out. =/ Hope yours is succesful, dude.))

Name: Koros Bykugo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Half human-half raven
Stability level: 6
Physical level: 4
Weapon: A sapphire dagger and a dual bladed katana.
Appearence: About 5'9" with black hair that goes just a little above his shoulders, has pitch black eyes with long, thin, red pupils, has two giant raven wings coming out of his back, and bird like feet.
Special abilities: One thousand blades: The blades of the katana split into one thousand blades that get launched forward, then disappear.
Sapphire barrier: The dagger's blade forms a wall around Koros that protects him from attacks
Raven barrage: Koros flies over the opponent leaving feathers floating in the air, the feathers then become razor sharp and land on the enemy.

Yes people I have been excepted so don't start complaining about it being here.

Name: "Verloren"
Apperance: Wearing a set of rather baggy brown pants, along with an equally baggy gray shirt made of a strange material, which feels similar to silk. He has chesnut hair that is slightly above shoulder length, and prefers to keep out of the spotlight.

Race: Human

Abilities:
Enhanced Healing: The general ability to close up and heal minor to moderate wounds with focus and will power and a bit of time.

True Sight: For various possible reasons, he is more capable of seeing through illusions and tricks of the mind. As a negative side effect, it tends to make him see things that he may not want to see I.E. he can see the brutal murders of the previous people in the house at times.

Soul Weapon: Through focus, this person can create a weapon capable of harming both the material and the immaterial.

Artifact: This person carries something on him that seems to repulse weaker malevolent entities that draw to close.

Physical:4
Stability:6

Dehgan, did you notice that your stats are the exact opposite of mine?

It says all request to join must be sent via PM.
In giant red letters.
How the hell did you guys miss that?

They already sent theirs in and I agreed for them to post them. What I however dislike, is people SPAMING. MY. TOPIC. Even if it is a good luck it's still spam.

-If your going to talk, do it in PMs.

Name: Professor Ostello
Age: 31
Appearence: Ostello chose to wear a black t-shirt and black shorts, and a pair of white running shoes (He didn't have any that came in black). He brings a fanny pack and a belt with a gun holster, with a gun in it. He about 5'8" , skinny, bright blue eyed, brown haired with a messy style.
Weapon: A gun of his own invention. nsted of shooting regular bullets (Though it can) it shoots magical bullets, so things that can simply pass through solid objects may get hit with magic.
Suplies: First-aid kit, regular ammunition, flashlight, English to Magical dictionary. (Never know)
Magical Abilities: Charging his gun.
Stability: 8
Physical: 3

((Alright there are still people who need to post their sheets but I'm going to do a opening post, so it gives people who have posted their things something to do.))

Your eyes open slowly as the smell of acorns fill the air. You notice your sitting in a large room. As your glance scales the room, it looks 60 feet high and 100 feet wide, with a dome shaped top. The dome is made of stained glass, and has a picture stained into it. It depicts great battles of solders fighting demons, and losing.

The room's flooring is made of wood, and in the middle there is a tree going up almost to the top of the dome. Its leaves can be seen around the floor, scattered around. There's two double large doors that go about 20 feet up, and are made of solid steel. They have intricate designs of hands reaching out from the bottom up, some are even in gold and diamonds. There is a large window above the door, which has some panels missing in it, and you can't really tell what it is. Theres doors leading to other places on the left and right walls, though they just look like normal doors, nothing special. There is also from what you can see, two stairways leading up to a balcony area higher above in this room, you assume theres a door up there as well.

A sharp pain in your heads pulses as your minds begin to recuperate and gain back the information and time you had lost. All you remember is sitting still and a giant eye flashing in your vision, your body responded by having a seizure and you passed out. Now you lay, scattered around the floor.

Floor One, Brutal Birth

Professor Ostello checked his supplies first, sighing in relief that it was all there. He felt confident that he could take care of himself if he was armed. Secondly he began to walk around the room, his gun loaded and firmly in his grasp. He tok a few glances at the painting, then he looked to see if anyone else was in this odd room.

Then, he spotted something odd, also in the room was a man...but it had black wings sprouting from its back! Looking over at the painting, Ostello saw a demon with black feathery wings as well, and he instantly made the connection. "Foul demon! You must be behind this!" He shouted and held his gun to the demon-man, firing a charged shot destructive magical energy straight at Koros' temple.

Koros wakes up and the first thing he sees is a gun being shot right at him. He then jumps up behind Proffesor Osthello and takes out a sapphire dagger and puts it to his throat while saying,"What the hell man! I wake up in a fucked up place and someone is already pointing a gun at me?!? Oh, and also I'm not a demon, I'm only half-raven." He then walks away while saying,"Trust me, I have as much of a clue as to why we're here as you, so don't start blaming the raven man, and by the way, the name is Koros, not demon."

Ostello lowered his gun, "...So wait, you're saying your dad screwed a raven? Bleg, the things people will do nowadays. Anyways, the chances of a guy actually screwing a raven the raven giving birth are still rare, so I say you're a demon. However, because you didn't kill me, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but I've got my eye on you."

Ostello looked around, "Alright, bastard-child, go around and check tell me if you can find anything."

Koros looks at Ostello and says,"Actually, it's a curse asshole so don't call me bastard-child and I go where I want to and I can kill you if I want to so don't give me orders." Koros then flies to the top of the tree where he starts to figure out what happened.

Name: Souzen Cozan
Age: 17
Weapon: Two Daggers
Race: Human
Abilities: - Can run at high speeds of up to 30 mph
- Can de-materialize objects under 130 lbs
- Very Sociable (Not really a Special ability, but i'm still putting it here.)
- Good at fixing mechanical/technological devices (Computers, T.Vs, etc.)
Stability Level: 3
Physical Level: 7

Souzen awoke in the large room, looking at the two men. "Either of you two know where we are?" Souzen then looked at his side to make sure his daggers were still in their pouches. "Besides that, what are your names?"

"Bah, you're no help. People with curses are all the same." Ostello stands in place, afraid to actually touch anything. Who nows, one of those demons from the painting may bite him or something, weirder things, like the raven-kid, have happened.

"Well, I'm not going to get anywhere just standing here. Perhaps I'll let that raven-kid make the first move. Yeah, that would be best. He can fly around and stuff, I can't do that. Maybe I should get on his good side."

"Hey, Raven-kid! Whatcha see up there!?" Ostello yelled up to Koros/Rei, feeing a little uneasy as he did so, who knows what could be lurking about. Athough he did fire a gun, he supposed if he could get away with that he could get away with yelling.

(Sorry about that, Koros is my secondary RP name, so I'm used to posting Rei)

Koros looks down at him and yells,"There are some other people, and I told you, the name is Koros!" He then jumps down and says, "It doesn't look like there are that many people here besides us, I saw one maybe two other people counting that kid over there." He then goes over to Souzen and says,"Hi, name is Koros and to your other question the simplest way to put it is that you know probably just as much as us."

"Well, that's just peachy. This is a pretty big room, huh?" Souzen replied, looking around the room. "By the way, i'm Souzen. Where I come from though, everyone calls me Suzu." Souzen said, looking a bit angry at the thought of all those people who called him that name. "Anyways, what smells like acorns?"

Off to the side another of the bodies stirred. Pushing himself to his feet Verloren held a hnad over his eye's, quietly mumbling something to himself. With some effort he brought himself to his feet, admittedly unsteadily. Taking a few moments to look around the room, he noticed the group of people, and the rather large tree in the center. Deciding to let the people come and talk to him if they wanted to, Verloren began to walk towards the tree, his left hand straying to his chest, feeling for something, and the dropping back down to his side.

Name: Mitchell Conant
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Regular Human
Stability level: 7
Physical level: 3
Weapon: Bokken (wooden sword)
Appearence: Stands at about 5'9", with a slim frame. He wears a blue and white Hawaiian shirt, and blue denim jeans. His hair is brown, slightly messy, and long enough to need a trim, and he wears glasses.
Personality: Mitchell is an intelligent, quiet young man with a curiosity for the unknown. His temper can be strained to its limit sometimes, but he is mostly a calm, quiet individual willing to help out others.
Special abilities
-Soul Fire Blade: Mitchell runs his fingers along the length of his bokken, and it lights with a blue fire. The fire allows him to damage non-corporal entities.
-Evaluate: Mitchell is able to determine the strengths and weaknesses of a foe.
-Fade: Mitchell's form can blend in with his surroundings, making him almost invisible.
-Dirty Trick: (Only usable after Fade) Mitch re-appears behind his foe and slashes them from behind.

Mitchell slowly creaked his eyes open, finding himself on a hard floor in an unfamiliar place. As he slowly got to his feet, he realized he had his trusty bokken in his hand. Well, at least I'm not completely defenseless in this...place.

He looked around and saw that he was on the second floor balcony of some strange domed room. He studied the stained glass for a moment, realizing only shortly that he wasn't alone. He walked over to the railing of the balcony and looked down at a few people milling about and talking. He felt he should make his prescense known.

"Hey down there!" he piped loud enough for them to hear, but with the construction of the room, it didn't seem nescessary. His voice rebounded across the walls and floor, filling the room.

The sound of bells and chimes rung in the air as out of the shadows on the ceilings corner, floated a man. His legs put together, arms outstretched. He was wearing a black blazer with dress pants, and dress shoes. In his hands he held a cane with a skull with wings on it, in silver and gold. His hair was longer and looked prim and proper, even though still holding a rocker teenager look, the latest fashion.

He got close to the ground, putting his hands in his pockets, his grin slowly crawling across his face. "I see my subject's have awoken." He looked over to one body at the balcony, his face turning to a frown. "If you could join us Mr. Conant." He said with a smack of his cane on the ground. Mitchell suddenly found himself on the ground down below in front of the man, (teleportation obviously.)

He cleared his throat, "Now, you may be asking yourselves right about now. "Why am I here and who is this man in front of me?"" The man chuckled at his own joke, "All will be told in good time, but please for now, just let me explain."

Again with a smack of his cane, something materialized next to him, a diagram of a house. "There are sixteen floors to this building, each having a different assignment on each one, like a test you need to pass to get to the next grade, if you will." He looked around momentarily, "As you can see there are many ways you can go. You'll need to use your brain to get past these challenges, they aren't just a walk in the park. Now why would you do these challenges? Simple, to leave. I've locked you in here, and you aren't getting out unless I let you out, and the only way to that is well, to beat the house. Or the alternative, dying. It's up to you but please make this interesting. "

He started to float up. "Oh and one last thing Gentleman." He stopped, "Let the games begin." He chuckled and disapeared into the darkness. As you looked around, you noticed the three paths to take, one above where the balcony is, one to the right, and one to the left.

Ostello looked at the pathways and came up with a brilliant idea, "Ahem, Gentlemen, I propose we stick together. With our combined abilities we can overcome this, eh, house." Ostello then moved over to Souzen and stated, "However, no matter what you dewcide to do, I'm sticking with you. I can see you have some muscle; paired with my mind just the two of us can overcome this trial." Ostell grinned and winked, clasping his hand onto Souzen's shoulder.

Verloren, who had stood by quietly, watching both the man and Ostello attaching himself to Souzen. He spoke quietly to no one inparticular, "In groups yes, but...maybe not all together." Verloren didn't like the idea of putting all their eggs into one basket perched over a perilous cliff on unknown depth.

Before Mitchell could react the appearance of this strange man, he found himself on the bottom floor. He looked around quickly before saying, "Woah...trippy...."

After listening to the man, and watching him depart, Mitchell began to ponder the situation. Numbers are good, yes, but too many would bunch us up too tightly, making us one big target...

He then looked to the others and said, "We can't all move as one. That would be too risky. We need to move as smaller groups, so we can move faster and be less of a target." He then added, "I can use this bokken well, but I'm not that strong. Who would best be paired with me...?"

He looked around, then spotted the chestnut-haired boy standing not-so-far away. He walked up to him and, after examining him for a moment, outstretched his hand in friendship. "Mitchell Conant...and yours would be...?"

Verloren turned towards the boy who had offered him his hand. He scrutinized him for a moment and then took the boy's hand, shaking it, "...My name is...'Verloren'. It is a pleasure to meet you." he chuckled quietly to himself, "Though I wish it could have been under better circumstances..." He cast a glance in the direction of Ostello before continuing on, speaking quietly, "Tell me,if you would, what is your take on this situation is."

Mitchell thought for a moment about the question. What DO I think about it? Other than it being completely mad?

Thinking up the best answer he could, he looked back up at Verloren and said, "It really doesn't matter what I think. That weirdo has us trapped here, and we have no other choice than to go along...for now, at least."

Verloren seemed to ponder what Mitchell said and then responded, "Quite the excellent answer, Mr. Mitchell. So tell me one thing," a spark seemed to come to life in Verlore's eye," Was there anything...'special' about you before you woke up in this house?"

Mitchell eyed Verloren for a moment. Special? What does he mean by that? Does he mean...?

Then, quite suddenly, Mitchell almost completely vanished! It was almost because a distorted outline of him still remained. "You mean special like this?" He asked with an invisible smirk on his face.

Koros overheard Verloren's question to Mitchell and turned to Verloren and said,"You have a point there, that kid is invisible, I'm cursed and am now half raven, and that guy over there," *points at Ostello*,"has some weird gun thing, and I'm guessing you have something special too, the question is, what's so special about you?" He then holds out his hand and says,"Oh and by the way the name is Koros, I want to tell you ahead of time before you start calling raven-kid like him." *nods his head to Ostello*

Verloren turned towards Koros, and took his had, shaking it politely, "A pleasure to meet you, Koros. As I suppose you heard, my name is Verloren." Verloren seemed to consider something for a moment before continuing, "and there's nothing really special about me, unless you count the fact that I tend to see things other people don't." He glanced towards the tree in the center of the room once more, as if uneasy about something before continuing, " I can't shake the feeling, that we're not the first people this has happened to..."

The room had an odd aura about it, something that would leave a normal man feeling quite distraught right about now. This place, had a type of vibe that could send a jolt of spirituality, running down a mans spine and sending tendrils of pain down your legs. The leaves of the tree seemed to drift in the wind, even though you felt no wind in the room. This place was special indeed, magical and wonderful, but not to your benefit at all.

A thump began to enter your ears so you could hear it, whispering slightly to you, a warning of danger. Turning your head to where you could hear the thump coming from, it was the doors from the balcony above; it was growing louder and louder every second. It sounded gargantuan, masculine, by the way his movement worked, and the spacing between each thump which you could now make out to be footsteps. Another sound could be heard now, a sound of breathing. Very heavy, very drawn out, very raspy.

The remembrance of the doors to the left and right began to flash in your memory. What were you to do?

((Sorry this post took so long for me to make. I was waiting for RusekuCozan to post, but I won't be having to do that any longer. I told him he was going to be kicked if he didn't post soon. At the beginning of the RP and already telling me he will have trouble posting, what would be the reason in keeping him? I let him go. Just means I'll be making more NPCs. Happy Rping everyone.))

Ostelo blinked, and suddenly noticed is self-declared partner had vanished, "Oh my...I must admit, I am beocoming frightful." He looked up at the door above, the one with all the warnings and groanings He smirked and began to make his way to the door, "Well, I don't know about you all, but I've found my door!" Ostello anounced, readying his gun just in case.

In his mind he figured that this was obviously the safest door. Something in there was alive, so surely nothing in there could have killed it, and be he friend he would be a helpful ally, and be he foe, well if he can take down this beast then he could take down this house. Quite simple in his mind, really.

As he reached the door, he whipped out his flashlight, still several yards away, and shined a light into the room looking for the source of the noise and holding his gun ready in case worse came to worse.

Verloren watched Ostello make his way towards the room emitting all the noise. "Over confidence leads to death." He said quietly, as he looked towards the two doors that were significantly quieter. Verloren looked back and forth and then spoke quietly, "As for these two door's, I think I'll be taking the one on the right." He looked at the other occupants, "What door will you chose?"

Koros starts to go to right door while saying,"I've always found the right one to be lucky, plus I want to see whats so special about you, so lets hope we picked the right one." He then throws the doors open.

The door that Koros and Verloren had chosen to go through suddenly swung open on it's own, creaking on its hinges. "After you," rang out a voice nearby the open door. Mitchell suddenly appeared, his camoflauge falling away, holding the door knob with a smug grin on his face.

He looked up at the balcony where the old man had gone up. "Crazy fool, you're gonna get yourself killed!" he shouted after him.

He shook his head in futility, and beckoned the others to go through the door.

(....I'm 31 D:)

Ostello looked down to his fans, "Bah!" he noticed all three of them travelling together, Hmph, didn't you all dismiss the, 'travel together' plan? Something tells me you're a bunch of cowards on the inside!" Ostello shouted down to them, not taking his eyes off the doors.

However, Ostello certainly wasn't fearless himself, in fact the idea of taking on this house by his lonesone is a scary that to him. He just hoped that someone else decided to join him on his adventure through the balcony door.

Verloren shook his head and spoke quielty, " I find a group of three to be the perfect number." He paused momentarily and then said, "And why is he headed into a room we were not supposed to enter as of yet?" Verloren did not believe it to be a good idea to anger their host, for the moment. Dismissing all those thoughts and focusing on the matter at hand, Verloren took a step into the room, mind and eye's focused for any potential incling of what must be done in here.

(Wise_Idiot, my earlier post said I threw the doors open, and then you said you opened them, just have to point out the mistake.)

Koros looks at Verloren and says,"Good point, why go into the room with the intimidating foot steps? So, lets go." He then pulls out his sword while following Verloren into the room, ready for any possible suprise attacks that might be in the room.

Koros, Verloren, Mitchel

As you walked through the door, it slammed behind you, and as if by magic, it dissipated into the wall, there would be no turning back. You looked forward, the walls were painted in a black and white swirl fashion, as if to try and hypnotize you. The tile on the floor was white, and it was actually well lit, not like the other room at all. It seemed to resemble a hospital.

There was a door, a little ways down on the right side, colored white. Farther down the hall, were two sections, one going right and one going left. The hallway went even further then those two sections, straight to a door ahead of them. You could see all the way from here, it had gold encrusted onto it, by the shine on it.

As you were to walk, it seemed like you were rotating around, because of all the swirls. It also seemed to drag on forever, miles on miles.

"Cowardice. Humans are so hilarious. To bad he's dead now" A voice drifted from out of nowhere into all of your ears. A small cackle followed behind it.

((Let me stress that you don't know what happens to Ostello, unless your name is the bolded part as well.))

Ostello

The light shined through, and it didn't catch anything. As you moved it around more, it hit something, a tape recorder. It was playing the sounds you had heard. All an illusion. The lights in the room turned on. As you looked around, you could see it was a library. It seemed quite large, it had several floors to it even.

A force seemed to grab you and pull you into it, the library doors shutting behind you, a clicking noise of a lock came from the door. The bookshelves seemed to go on for a little bit on this floor, and on the floors above you, it looked a little more. The tape recorder was still going.

Verloren paused for a moment, and spoke to no one in particular, "So, my guess was correct." What this meant was up to the listener to decide. He gazed down the hallway before speaking again, his voice quiet and somehow timid, "I...think I will take a look at the room closest to us. " He looked back at the other two, "What do you plan to do?" and seemingly not waiting for a response, or perhaps expecting them to follow, he carefully made his way down the hall.

Koros looks at the doors and after awhile says,"I don't really like the idea of splitting up, but if any of us want to escape we will have to seperate at sometime. I'm going to go to the far right one, so Mitchell you can either go to the one left or you can follow one of us, it's you choice." He then goes to the door he chose and slowly opened it, his sword still in hand.