@.The.Girl.Who.Lived.
"I say we're in an underground room…hmmm 20 miles under sea level? No, no 22…"
"I say we're in an underground room…hmmm 20 miles under sea level? No, no 22…"
"We could be. I don't think that's what's important, though. We need to figure out how to escape and lay out all the possible ways out once we escape the room. Say we are underground, we have to figure out how to get back to the surface." Tyson got up and began to pace.
"Oh my god, just everyone sit still for a minute!" Kaz hissed, holding his head with one hand
"There's an elevator outside…." she said mysteriously.
(I can't wait till we get to a point in this Rp where I can start shipping ppl…
( Why not now??)
(Hmmmm I don't have any good ones yet…Feel free to suggest some though XD)
(I don't think they're developed enough yet, but eventually…)
(Exactly….let's continue)
She snarled, but stubbornly agreed. She sat down on the floor.
Tyson stopped and leaned up against the wall, palms outstretched. "Any proposals on what to do?"
Saffi sat down in the corner, away from everyone else. Her shy side was coming back.
"I…I might have one…." she whispered. It was hard to hear her she talked so quiety.
"Huh?" Tyson asked, turning to Saffi, "You said you may have an idea?"
She pet the cat and looked down. "No…it wouldn't work," her voice broke.
"At this point, no idea is a bad idea- except, well… punching walls and freaking out," Tyson told her, trying to be a little reassuring.
( I see a shhiippppp!)
"What if…what if our tattoos could help?" She put her hand against the wall and it started to glow. "The wall in this area had a higher temperature, but I think there are more spots. One for all of us." Her voice was shaking, she tried to sound confident but it didn't work.
(Hehe…)
"Hm. You might be onto something. I don't think those tattoos appeared without reason." Tyson turned his arm to look at his own tattoo.
She pulled her arm away and the light disappeared. "Yeah…um…yeah."
" I can actually agree." She agreed. "Maybe we an blast the wall with these powers." She suggested.
She shook her head. "Not blast it…open the door."
"What powers?"Suddenly she felt pain near her wrist and sees a tattoo(https://tattooton.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/Wrist-Tattoos-Design-45.jpg)
"Door? I don't see a door." Tyson continued, "Also, let's not blast anything else for now. We probably couldn't handle it if anyone were to get hurt."
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