#infomarcobroking

[thedespairmuseum]

The second destruction...

The frustrated owl had perched itself next to the cases. "Looks like yoou haven't been killing." Monotus began to bounce along trailing his wing along the displays. "Hoo this time?" He leaped up fluttering about in the air before landing on one of the cases.

Inside sat the small wallet displaying the picture to everyone in the museum. Monotus laughed jumping back and letting a black box drop on top of the case. "Woo Hoo! Hoow about we treat pooooor Marcoooo!" The insane owl began to make a clapping motion as if he was cheering the incoming destruction on.

A mechanical whirring sound started up slowly getting louder and louder. Eventually a huge crack echoed across the lobby and spikes began to move and spin into the wallet tearing it apart. Pieces of the leather began to flick around, caught in the other spikes. The picture was torn to shreds, some of it still clinging to pieces of the wallet. Eventually the whirring stopped and the spikes disappeared.

The inside of the case set alight like before. The fire consumed the scattered pieces of leather. It danced almost with the smoke filtering out holes in the case again. If you looked towards Monotus he had somehow acquired glowsticks during this complete destruction. 

"Hoo!" He chirped happily. "Happy murdering~"

A small pile of ash and melted plastic was left when the fire had dwindled down.

[dynamiteandquickwits-blog]

cat think of a title for me [Eliza & Marco E]

Eliza was not the sort to worry about things. If she had been the sort to worry, she would have been petrified, scared of the possibility that someone would submit to this monster's motive, that someone would take one of the weapons from the museum's displays and stab someone to death.

As it was, Eliza was feeling remarkably carefree. However, just because she wasn't worrying didn't mean she wasn't thinking. She had a large knife in her backpack, her ever-rusty backpack filled with all of her most vital supplies, but she hadn't used it in a fight in a long time. 

She had her gun, of course, but even now she didn't want to make a habit of loading it, as she had long had a tendency to use the gun as a weapon of intimidation, something which would not be much use against a lunatic bearing down on her with an ancient weapon that this maniac had probably restored for this purpose alone. 

This meant that she needed to get a bit of practice. And whilst she could always try honing her skills on her own, she felt that it would be a lot more enjoyable to do it with someone else, and there was only one person in this place whom she would trust to be next to her whilst holding a sharp object.

As she stood outside the door, she rapped primly on the wood with her knuckles, waiting for Marco to open the door. Barely, she thought she could hear a sound coming from behind the door, and it sounded kind of like... crying?

It was probably nothing, she thought to herself as she waited outside the door. He was probably feeling fine.  

[antonia-deluar]

Mon pauvre petit ami (Nia & Marco E)

Stumbling from her bedroom Nia could of sworn she has heard quiet sobbing, from where she didn't know, but whoever it was, she wanted to help. She hated the idea of anybody being sad or even... hurt. Thinking of somebody possibly hurt she rushed around all the rooms that were close to her bedroom, from the Egyptian all the way to the Roman exhibit. She felt puzzled when she couldn't find the source of the crying... looking around harder, she had seem another door at the other side of the Roman exhibit 'Odd' she thought, not having been through there before. Entering the room silently she spotted a smallish figure in the corner, shaking slightly, not wanting to frighten the person more she says in a soft voice "Excuse me, are you alright in there?"

[antonia-deluar]

Sorry... {Open RP}

Wanting to meet more people to hopefully find out why she was in this museum, Nia rushed out of her room and the tudor exibit, to enter a room resembling something of a torture dungeon, she shuddered and went to turn around before bumping right into a person, knocking both of them on the floor. Blushing profusely she mumbled "Je suis desolé, je suis desolé, je suis tres tres desolé" Waiting for a verbal assult from the unknown person.