[The figure rolls his shoulder, unslinging something from his back and bringing it around to rest the butt of it against the floor - it's Thaum's charger. Thaum stands at the sight of it, giving the guy a wary look.
The figure's eyes narrow slightly - not menacingly, but knowingly, his smirk only widening before he speaks.]
That is you, innit, T? Thought I recognized your squirt gun here, and I don't forget a set of eyes.
[His voice is low and smooth, with a slightly odd accent, and it suddenly hits Thaum like a truck who this is. He darts to the front of the cell, slamming his palms against the glass door.]
YOU! That bucket idiot from today! You absolute hectocotylus, you ain't a squid either!!
[The anemone simply hums a bit to himself as he retrieves a small device that looks like it's made mostly of duct tape, random wires, and hope from his pocket, setting it against the door's lock.]
Ru~uuuuude~
[There's a sharp whine of protest from the door, which burbles and fizzles into a dying whistle, and the lock disengages.]
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The figure's eyes narrow slightly - not menacingly, but knowingly, his smirk only widening before he speaks.]
That is you, innit, T? Thought I recognized your squirt gun here, and I don't forget a set of eyes.
[His voice is low and smooth, with a slightly odd accent, and it suddenly hits Thaum like a truck who this is. He darts to the front of the cell, slamming his palms against the glass door.]
YOU! That bucket idiot from today! You absolute hectocotylus, you ain't a squid either!!
[The anemone simply hums a bit to himself as he retrieves a small device that looks like it's made mostly of duct tape, random wires, and hope from his pocket, setting it against the door's lock.]
Ru~uuuuude~
[There's a sharp whine of protest from the door, which burbles and fizzles into a dying whistle, and the lock disengages.]