[He doesn't answer that. Just... stares down at the ground, up at her, then away.
He's got friends and family back home, in the kettles. None of them know he's been coming up here. He'd been checking back in periodically - his parents and grandfather think he's been staying with friends, his friends think nothing unusual's going on. It's not like they talk to each other, so it'll be a while of him being missing before anyone starts looking for him. And they certainly won't start looking on the surface.
This was supposed to be his personal crusade, something only he could do because of his abilities, because no other mimics were taking the risk. It wasn't supposed to come tumbling down around him.
Points for dramatic timing, though, because that's about when the lights go out.]
Huh...?
[There's some exclamations and scrambling from the guards outside, and a low whine from the powered door to the cell as it switches to backup. Thaum stiffens as the sounds escalate - is someone actually fighting the guards? Whatever happens, it's over quickly, and a lanky figure emerges from the direction of the noise.
It's hard to make him out - he's wearing all black, with a hood pulled over his head, though the bright pink of his eyes does seem to stand out from the darkness. An inkling? But as he stops right at the cell door, he flashes a lazy grin made up of faintly glow-in-the-dark, zipperlike teeth... okay, not an inkling, then.]
Wh... who the splat are you!?
[No way this guy's really here for him, right?? Thaum's eyes shoot back to Thida - this is someone SHE knows, right??? Because he doesn't think he can handle it if the surface mafia or whatever has come for him. That's a thing that probably exists, yeah.]
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He's got friends and family back home, in the kettles. None of them know he's been coming up here. He'd been checking back in periodically - his parents and grandfather think he's been staying with friends, his friends think nothing unusual's going on. It's not like they talk to each other, so it'll be a while of him being missing before anyone starts looking for him. And they certainly won't start looking on the surface.
This was supposed to be his personal crusade, something only he could do because of his abilities, because no other mimics were taking the risk. It wasn't supposed to come tumbling down around him.
Points for dramatic timing, though, because that's about when the lights go out.]
Huh...?
[There's some exclamations and scrambling from the guards outside, and a low whine from the powered door to the cell as it switches to backup. Thaum stiffens as the sounds escalate - is someone actually fighting the guards? Whatever happens, it's over quickly, and a lanky figure emerges from the direction of the noise.
It's hard to make him out - he's wearing all black, with a hood pulled over his head, though the bright pink of his eyes does seem to stand out from the darkness. An inkling? But as he stops right at the cell door, he flashes a lazy grin made up of faintly glow-in-the-dark, zipperlike teeth... okay, not an inkling, then.]
Wh... who the splat are you!?
[No way this guy's really here for him, right?? Thaum's eyes shoot back to Thida - this is someone SHE knows, right??? Because he doesn't think he can handle it if the surface mafia or whatever has come for him. That's a thing that probably exists, yeah.]