The room is dark, that much is certain. Dark and a bit chilly. Perhaps even a little damp. Something has been discarded to the side of the room to awaken, it's arms and legs tightly bound by rope. There's the steady drip, drip, drip of a leaky faucet somewhere in the vicinity
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"Let us free, you little man! Little human, you foodsource! Untie us or we'll devour you from eyes to soul!"
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There is the slow descent of feet on steps, each creaking with the added weight. Whoever it is, they aren't in any rush.
Finally the sound of footsteps on creaky basement stairs stops. And with a quick, dull hum the lights are flicked on. It's Grey of course. Really, who did you expect?
The basement is a good size. It's unfinished and full of... well... just what you'd expect from a mad scientist. Strange things in jars, steel surgical tables, odd machines, surgical tools and tools entirely unrecognizable.
Grey's expression and stance is the epitome of stoicism as his eyes lock on the Thing, his hand still on the switch. He almost looks robotic.
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Grey moves towards the Thing and then stops, one leg shooting out behind him to hook a nearby stool on wheels with his foot and bring it under him. He sits. It's all strangely fluid and unbroken. Practiced.
"Also. Let's try this again. What are you?" His tone is a little different than usual. His voice is strangely calm, almost monotone. He's working now. This is how it goes.
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