Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151025182352

(Casper, the friendly ghost, friendliest ghost you know...)

A little warning is nice, doll, Azulius thought as he leapt over the fence, using Roaring Moxie's shaft like a pole vault. He sprinted silently to the doorway, grabbing his lockpicks as he went. Sliding to a halt, he began the task of picking the lock, already feeling he was running low on time.

Lockpicking was never an exact science and this lock was not your standard "pick it with a hairpin" affair. Five, maybe six tumblers, and muted to make it harder to tell when you had something. The cameras began to beep as they came online, and Azzie was forced to improvise. He dropped his picks and focused on his Semblance. In the nick of time, the intruders were surrounded in a cube of light, each face showing an image of an empty doorway with the proper angle. The magician even managed to project the heat signature of empty space, so the thermal alarm was satisfied.

"I need to maintain this illusion so we don't get caught," he grunted to Gretel and the others. "Please tell me one of you can pick locks."