He's roughly the size of a horse. He enjoys wearing earrings and other jewelry. Loves the dark. Hates you, probably. Born & raised in a lab. He might also be partially robotic, because Hell.
Behind a door in Pentium's room is a perfectly ordinary in-suite bar. It's almost identical to the bar in BARiTONES' living room, with one very significant difference - pulling back the lever on one of the taps causes the bar to retract down into the floor, where it is pulled aside to reveal a dark staircase lined with a mess of complicated wiring and piping.
The staircase leads into a seemingly abandoned laboratory, full of tanks of strange liquid and misshapen but non-living figures. Surgical tables sit next to each tank, and all of them are equipped with instruments that seem more like torture devices than surgical tools. The florescent lights that light the room flicker so often, leaving anyone inside in the dark aside from one cell in the center with force field walls that glow softly in the dark. The cell is completely bare, aside from a broken down horse sized cot and a food trough.
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🧬🧪 not-so-underground laboratory.
The staircase leads into a seemingly abandoned laboratory, full of tanks of strange liquid and misshapen but non-living figures. Surgical tables sit next to each tank, and all of them are equipped with instruments that seem more like torture devices than surgical tools. The florescent lights that light the room flicker so often, leaving anyone inside in the dark aside from one cell in the center with force field walls that glow softly in the dark. The cell is completely bare, aside from a broken down horse sized cot and a food trough.