Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33989872-20180731195631/@comment-26892768-20180802184503

Elsewhere in the facility...

A lone guard patrols an empty hall. The cells rooms (oh, if only) here don't have many mutants in them yet, save for a few - one of which is not supposed to get out anytime soon. Naturally, the guard goes to check on that room in paticular.

An octopus, according to the labcoats. Very intelligent, they said. If he got out, he could easily escape the facility - unlike everything else, apparently - so he needs to be locked in the room. In the event that the locks fail, he's the back-up plan.

The guard, known as Ryder, looks...and notices a door hanging wide-open. He looks at it. Two locks, expertly picked, a broken lock lying on the floor - the culprit appears to be the rock next to it, and...a slider? What the hell?

Ryder looks into the room. The aquarium tank is empty.

The octopus is on the loose.

"God...dammit..." Ryder growls, before taking a breath and muttering in a voice that is clearly meant to be an imitation of someone else. "'We don't want to kill him, this could provide valuable data; we can't install an electrical fence and prevent this whole problem from happening in the first place...'"

On the bright side, this means he gets to bust out his new toy. Not something the labcoats gave him, no no - this is a passion project made from online research and a year pursuing engineering in college before dropping out.

He pulls it out - what looks like an ordinary baton, until one takes a closer look and notices the wires, the differently colored edges on some panels indicating a spray paint job, and most telling of all, the two metal nubs at the end of the baton.

This is Ryder's taser baton.

It's very painful.

And since one of these freaks has to know where the hell the octopus went...it's going to be very useful for interrogation.