Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5543592-20170621225017

The room was filled with all kind of constructs. Suits of uncompleted Causer armor stood like watchful golems, dotted around the room. Workbenches were covered with junk and all kinds of technologies. Weapons that looked incredibly advanced sat next to station with technical readouts, with wires sticking everywhere. Robots milled around the various workstations-- eyebots carrying items to and for, Mr. Handies making additions to various projects, and a Securitron sat in the back of the room, keeping watch over everything.

There was even a work table covered in masks that were identical to Kheiro's.

At one workbench, near the door, an older man sat in a sat, hunched over whatever it was he was creating. He appeared to be in his seventies, or perhaps early eighties, and had stooped shoulder, likely as a result of him taking this position so often. Thick glasses sat beneath a bushy white brow, and he was nearly bald.

"Don't touch anything." He said over his shoulder, not looking up from his work. "Lot of explosive material in here.  No telling what'll go up."