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Who: thinkin_man, echo_of_utopia and worldentire
Where Lamb's room
When: Last night!
Rating: Well, PG at first. Not sure where it'll go after that.
Summary: Sinclair and Delta decide they need some answers.
the Story:
Say what you want about Augustus Sinclair, but the man is skilled.
He's a fairly good shot, when it comes to firearms, and well-versed in different kinds. He knows how to pick locks, hack machines and manufacture Plasmids. He can talk himself out of almost everything, with only one exception - the very same that got him landed here, in this accursed mansion (well, if you ask him).
He's also well-versed into breaking into rooms after dark, which is exactly what he's doing now.
The lock to Sofia Lamb's room pops in his hand and he grins, pushing the door open very slowly. It's dark inside, but a light cuts through it near the back, where her desk happens to be. Sinclair purses his lips. Of course she doesn't sleep.
Gesturing at Delta, he walks in, hoisting his specialized machine gun before him. "Close the door," he murmurs at Delta, cocking the gun. "This might take a while."
Where Lamb's room
When: Last night!
Rating: Well, PG at first. Not sure where it'll go after that.
Summary: Sinclair and Delta decide they need some answers.
the Story:
Say what you want about Augustus Sinclair, but the man is skilled.
He's a fairly good shot, when it comes to firearms, and well-versed in different kinds. He knows how to pick locks, hack machines and manufacture Plasmids. He can talk himself out of almost everything, with only one exception - the very same that got him landed here, in this accursed mansion (well, if you ask him).
He's also well-versed into breaking into rooms after dark, which is exactly what he's doing now.
The lock to Sofia Lamb's room pops in his hand and he grins, pushing the door open very slowly. It's dark inside, but a light cuts through it near the back, where her desk happens to be. Sinclair purses his lips. Of course she doesn't sleep.
Gesturing at Delta, he walks in, hoisting his specialized machine gun before him. "Close the door," he murmurs at Delta, cocking the gun. "This might take a while."