"To say something's not right here would be an understatement..."
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OOC: Hope it's alright to have a second Shoutarou running around. I didn't see anything in the rules against character duplicates, so...
angryBut what greeted him was not that cheerful room. In fact, it looked the farthest thing from it. Blinking in shock and confusion, Philip took in his surroundings with a questioning glance, his hand coming up to trace his lips. He was standing in a lobby like hall that reminded him strangely of a hotel entrance. A grand stairway stretched on a little ways away from him where he could see a few people milling about. There were chairs and couches arranged in an elegant way throughout the room that gave it a more comfortable feel. Or it most likely would have if the brunette had not been ready to flop down in shock.
"How...... is this possible?" he questioned aloud to no one in general, instinctively reaching behind him to grasp the door handle to the secret room, his gateway back to the Detective Agency. Turning it he stepped backwards, sighing in relief. It was short lived however as a man shoved past him - a man that most certainly wasn't Shoutarou. His sanctuary was gone...
"Intriguing..." Philip frowned, again his finger tracing his lips before going to his side, the other arm raising to mid height. "Begin Look-up..."
But look up... what? Teleportation?
As soon as the word surfaced, Philip could see the letters form in his minds eye, bookshelf upon bookshelf falling away, yet still leaving more than fifty to pursue.
Hallucination?
More books shelves fell away but still there were too many. Far too many. He would need more data.
(OOC: Letting my Philip muse out to play. Just a warning, he tends to ramble. Ah well, nice to meet you?)
frustrated