Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150810220813

(With the crazy stuff we do at Beacon, she's worried about Azzie hanging from the ceiling by his feet in a straitjacket...)

"I had everything under control," Azulius slowly rose to his feet, dusting himself off. "But thanks for being concerned anyways, it means a lot." He looked around the room, trying to estimate his kill count before getting forcefully shut down. There were four robots that he had sliced up, a fifth that now carried a suspiciously head-shaped dent in its front armor, and seven more that had shut off automatically when he went unconscious. For his fighting level and the level of the drones, if the lights had been on, it would have been a downright shameful performance. Lovely.

"Say, Shani," he gestured towards the wall as he tried to find his suit jacket. "Can you do me a favor and get my lockpicks out of the power switches?  Make sure to pull them out one at a time, though.  I have no clue what burnt feathers smell like, and no desire to find out."