01-13-2016, 07:18 AM
Caleb smiled a bit, as much as he probably could in this given situation.
"I'm Caleb if Doc didn't say it often enough." He shook his hand and once the male was properly taken care of, Caleb would begin to have the unfinished conversations with Tobias. The first thing, however, was getting the male out of that ridiculous vault suit. Caleb had to inquire, at least, about the fashion choices the people wore centuries ago. Some of them were on mannequins in the museum, but there were more choices in the closet. The male placed his gloved hand on the knob and twisted it open.
"Take whatever you want. I'll wait for you out here."
When Tobias was dressed, Caleb chuckled a bit.
"At least you don't stick out now. Let's look into getting you a weapon now." He led the male down the stairs, talking in between. "So why did you lock them in there anyways? I mean other than the revolt at least."
He kicked a door open with his boots, leading them outside once again, except it appeared to a garden of sorts with fences and makeshift borders to help support the walls. It was a part of this museum.
"Welcome to the shooting range. We've got some guns over there."
He pointed at a crate near a statue almost riddled with bullets.
"I'm Caleb if Doc didn't say it often enough." He shook his hand and once the male was properly taken care of, Caleb would begin to have the unfinished conversations with Tobias. The first thing, however, was getting the male out of that ridiculous vault suit. Caleb had to inquire, at least, about the fashion choices the people wore centuries ago. Some of them were on mannequins in the museum, but there were more choices in the closet. The male placed his gloved hand on the knob and twisted it open.
"Take whatever you want. I'll wait for you out here."
When Tobias was dressed, Caleb chuckled a bit.
"At least you don't stick out now. Let's look into getting you a weapon now." He led the male down the stairs, talking in between. "So why did you lock them in there anyways? I mean other than the revolt at least."
He kicked a door open with his boots, leading them outside once again, except it appeared to a garden of sorts with fences and makeshift borders to help support the walls. It was a part of this museum.
"Welcome to the shooting range. We've got some guns over there."
He pointed at a crate near a statue almost riddled with bullets.