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Manor's Attic (Roleplay)

"Wow.", Mea uttered in an unimpressed tone and started clapping his hands loudly as he witnessed the transformation.

"Demons really do give themselves a beautiful appearance to trick humans huh? A more horrific form would have suited you better, or you could have stayed as a rat."
"Such stinging words. Would you prefer I donned some tacky suit of armor, like yourself? Or frighten the children like some...boogieman? Some of us have appearances to maintain." The man said. He raised a hand, the flesh writhing and convulsing until it morphed into a small mirror: bone serving as its frame, while reflective glass displayed his visage. A smile crept to his lips as he examined his reflection.

"And I maintain mine quite well."
 
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"I really don't think we'd be doing well in getting some fighting here. At least not before we get the hell outta here" said Zib breaking his quietness to try and get somewhere in this complex maze and company
 
"Such stinging words. Would you prefer I donned some tacky suit of armor, like yourself? Or frighten the children like some...boogieman? Some of us have appearances to maintain." The man said. He raised a hand, the flesh writhing and convulsing until it morphed into a small mirror: bone serving as its frame, while reflective glass displayed his visage.

"And I maintain mine quite well."
"The **** do you know about maintaining appearances? You can't even keep your own soul untainted, let alone your body. I wear this armour so that scums like you can take one look and know to crawl back to hell where you belong."
 
"Well, I think we can come to a group consensus on what to do, give them a little help if they find something useful, although I wonder if we all leave this place, do you think the doors will disappear after a while? It's a small probability, but a probability nonetheless."

"Well, for now there's no problem, we're lost, so as long as you don't try anything funny, we should be fine."

"So what are you planning to do Rat-man? since you've been to Utopia door more or less you should have an idea of what is happening there"
"Well, I sure as Hell think The Utopia option might be the best one we have right now. Eternal Desert Or "Slaughterhouse" aren't pretty pictures in my opinion." Kenny states as a matter of fact.
 
"..."
Zib just gets off of the middle of those 3. It may be possible, but it's very hard to settle an argument of 3 guys whose powers you don't know.
 
"..."
Zib just gets off of the middle of those 3. It may be possible, but it's very hard to settle an argument of 3 guys whose powers you don't know.
(It's funny because Mea and Doc genuinely can't do anything to each other. Mea can't directly interact with the soul so he can't do any permanent harm while Doc doesn't have the AP and can't use Idle Transfiguration on him due to Haki so all they can do is run their mouths instead of their handshands. If I had picked Guts instead of Skull Knight then this wouldn't be a problem)
 
(It's funny because Mea and Doc genuinely can't do anything to each other. Mea can't directly interact with the soul so he can't do any permanent harm while Doc doesn't have the AP and can't use Idle Transfiguration on him due to Haki so all they can do is run their mouths instead of their hands)
(What was happening while Yubi is asleep? You wanna wake her up lol?)
 
"Hmm we seem to agree, Glacius. Oh, I'm Zib, for those who just came. I recently came through that door right there and, well, think we all want the same" says zib with tranquility, trying to keep everything fine for his research for items and spells to still be a smooth sailing

The rest he kept hearing, willing to know where people would ask his help or authorize his presence.
Kyros looked over the elf once, and let out a small scoff, seeming to disregard him as a threat just as quickly. “Don’t slow us down, and don’t be a bother, understood?” He asked Zib, quickly turning his attention to the other newcomer in the group before he could even get a response.

"Such stinging words. Would you prefer I donned some tacky suit of armor, like yourself? Or frighten the children like some...boogieman? Some of us have appearances to maintain." The man said. He raised a hand, the flesh writhing and convulsing until it morphed into a small mirror: bone serving as its frame, while reflective glass displayed his visage. A smile crept to his lips as he examined his reflection.

"And I maintain mine quite well."
“So you are the thing I sensed in that vermin….just as disgusting and vile as I thought.” He stepped forward toward Doc to get a better look, and to intimidate him with his sheer size.

The ancient king had seen enough creatures like this one to no he was up to no good. But then again, in a situation like this, perhaps he could be of use after all. “What do you intend to do exactly, demon?” Kyros asked, his icy cold stare penetrating into Doc’s very soul.
 
"The **** do you know about maintaining appearances? You can't even keep your own soul untainted, let alone your body. I wear this armour so that scums like you can take one look and know to crawl back to hell where you belong."
"The soul? I assure you...I know more about the soul than you could even fathom." the mirror liquefied into a misshapen blob of flesh, before slowly returning to the shape of his hand. He shifted his gaze towards the armored man, flashing him a smirk. "And I'm sure your little costume is good at frightening milk-fed pickpockets and tavern drunkards. But I'm afraid I'm thoroughly unimpressed."

(The next narrator will be: @The_man_with_the_Midas_touch. You can either go along with @Oliver_de_jesus 's plot or go off-script with your own plot!)
((KK! I'll narrate whenever people decide to head someplace)
 
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