Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27847292-20160517153115/@comment-26998860-20160520160329

"Ugh, what is it, Morgan?" Pezzottaite looks slightly pissed off, an angry tone in her voice.

"Some random gem named Wood Opal sent us a voice message. Come," Morganite gestured her to the main room, repeating the voice mail he heard.

"The... closet?" Pezzottaite is interested in hearing the word. "Which one? Mine or yours?"

Morganite shrugged. They both nodded, making their way to Morganite's room. It was dim inside, lights flickering on and off. Morganite, slightly nervous, used his aerokinesis to open the closet door, Pezzottaite behind him. But, seeing nothing but Morganite's outfits, they frowned.

"It's yours, then," Morganite smirked.

Pezzottaite nodded, making their way to her room. Pezzottaite opens the door, and Morganite shudders, gasping deeply. He clenched his fists, summoning a gust of air, opening the closet door from a few meters away.

((What is the thing Wood Opal left at the gems' closets?))