<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Kanna &amp; OM, Ascot &amp; Dzel, XIII, Helen &amp; Dzel</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Kanna she fidgeted, looking at the thing, it was fantastic, a totally new technology and she would only be allowed to brush the surface? Kanna wanted to experiment, to explore the cables and wire-works of the fantastic thing. She wasn't exactly sure how she bout them more time, repetition would be needed to create a firm theory.<br/><br/>"Let Kanna try again, maybe she can make more time." She appealed to the masses as they decided how they wanted to continue. While the clock ticked away...<span style="font-style: italic"> ticktickticktick...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Lilly, Morgan &amp; Damien, Kwatoko, Bodzil, Merin &amp; Kenman</div></span></span></span><br/>The zombies lay dead, the night was still and windless, the necromancer smiled…<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Cornelius &amp; Wolfe</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Door number two would be much easier to open. They might suspect it had been opened recently… and once they got a good look at the inside, that might become a quick conclusion.<br/><br/>Someone had been here and plopped modern technology right in the middle of this ancient room.<br/><br/>There used to be a pedestal like the other room, but it had been knocked aside. In it’s place was a black box with black cables stretching out from underneath it like tentacles. It was wood and metal, with large bolts, a blinking light glaring and flashing like a keen green eye. There was a digital clock   strapped to the side it read…<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">… 00:00:07...<br/>… 00:00:06...<br/>… 00:00:05...</span><br/><br/>Then the light on it flashed and turned red, the numbers disappeared. Then the light and the numbers reappeared...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">...00:10:59...<br/>...00:10:58…<br/>...00:10:57…</span><br/><br/>The cables wove in and disappeared through large decorative holes in the ceiling, and through cracks in the floor and wall. There was other evidence of recent human interaction, unlike the other room, this room was stripped bare of any artifacts or items of interest. Someone got greedy it seemed.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Twain Hirsch and Cox Heuly &amp; Zesiro</div></span></span></span><br/>Twain smiled, satisfied with his work. “The<span style="font-style: italic">holy</span>Buddha, oh that’s good haha…” Twain tossed the blackened eye over his shoulder, it broke apart on a rock and turned to dust in the wind. “Like I said.<span style="font-style: italic">Maaaagic.</span>”<a class="postlink" href="http://why.ryerson.ca/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/bloggif.gif">He waved his fingers in the air</a>like a show magician might, or a jazz dancer.<br/><br/>Now he had their attention. “So basically, sometime last night, something big bad and magical happened here. We are here to check it out and you guys… You bastards are waaaay outta your league. So, take it from me. Is this your whole team or do you got any MIA? Radios are out, but we best find ‘em before they find something dangerous and hurt themselves.”<br/><br/>Zesiro had his hands up from when Cox had freaked and started pointing his gun around.<br/><br/>“Yeah. We got some more guys out there as well. Hopefully if<span style="font-style: italic">your guys</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">my guys</span>find each other they get along as nicely as we do.” He winked.