[well! someone is looking none too pleased about his sudden arrival here! someone is also fucking nine feet tall, so enjoy looking up, sorry about your neck. he takes a look around the area, scowls, and raises a hand, snapping his fingers.
...nothing happens. he tries it again, and still nothing; seems to focus, for a few moments, and comes out of that even more irritated than before.]
How in the world--
[then he looks down, a little more, and finally deigns to pay attention to everyone else who's been stuck here. what. you are all so small.]
And just what are you meant to be?
(2- not mad science just disappointed science)
[we're going to handle the 'i would like to yell at who's in charge here' in intros, probably. so! you may see him in other areas to glance over them as well, but he eventually ends up in the laboratory area, the hood of his robe now pulled up to sort of cover his face (except from your angle, it's probably not hiding anything.) he is not touching anything, just observing, arms folded as he looks the place over critically.]
Unacceptable conditions for research, frankly, even before its apparent abandonment. Is there nothing in this place that was created properly?
no subject
[well! someone is looking none too pleased about his sudden arrival here! someone is also fucking nine feet tall, so enjoy looking up, sorry about your neck. he takes a look around the area, scowls, and raises a hand, snapping his fingers.
...nothing happens. he tries it again, and still nothing; seems to focus, for a few moments, and comes out of that even more irritated than before.]
How in the world--
[then he looks down, a little more, and finally deigns to pay attention to everyone else who's been stuck here. what. you are all so small.]
And just what are you meant to be?
(2- not mad science just disappointed science)
[we're going to handle the 'i would like to yell at who's in charge here' in intros, probably. so! you may see him in other areas to glance over them as well, but he eventually ends up in the laboratory area, the hood of his robe now pulled up to sort of cover his face (except from your angle, it's probably not hiding anything.) he is not touching anything, just observing, arms folded as he looks the place over critically.]
Unacceptable conditions for research, frankly, even before its apparent abandonment. Is there nothing in this place that was created properly?