Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170919014737/@comment-29564364-20171008104623

Alpha: "The director's not there?" I ask, taking a look around the conference room. "Judging from your uniform, I highly doubt that you occupy that position. No need to hurry, though, we can wait while you call them here." I say, taking a seat, soon followed by Gwen to my left. However, the oversized weapon hanging in Matt's back forces him to remain standing for he is very reluctant to take it off.

Gwen: "Meanwhile, can you tell us what this darkness is about? Is it a new confinement method? Or maybe it's just an electricity shortage?"

Alpha: "A shortage is out of the way otherwise the backup power would already have kicked in. The only way it wouldn't is if it wasn't wired to the rest of the building's network, if there was none to begin with or if the circuitry was overloaded, causing a blackout. In the latter case, there are only a few causes I know other than magic, and one of them would be rather undesirable if it was still around..."

Matt: "Perhaps is this the red alert they mentioned at the front post?

I wonder if it has something to do with what we came to investigate..."

Alpha: "Maybe it has, maybe it hasn't. It depends on her answer."

[Done]

Back to the escaping duplicate, I finally manage to pull my sore body out of the crushed box that we once could call a washing machine and stagger to my feet as my gaze takes a tour around the room.

"N.I.G.E.L., you can mark this room as the laundry room... not that it will be useful anyway, but we never know."

Towers of empty baskets piled up on each other line the left wall and a hole in the front wall is keeping company to the now doorless doorframe through which my pursuers can be seen still catching up to the human slinging-shots feat I just pulled off. The wall on my right is completely occupied by two sets of four doors, presumably the closet where the uniforms are kept while appliances identical to the one that stopped me seconds ago fill the wall behind me. And finally, rubbles litter the ground below my feet, along with the baskets from the pile I had knocked over. However, something is off with this place.

"Hmmm... Something's off with this room. It's way brighter than the rest of the building." I tell myself, turning off my left eye. Suddenly, my grey lock of hair is swayed before my eyes by a cold saline breeze descending on my shoulders. This causes my to tilt my head as far back as possible, revealing the source of the light: the sky tainted orange by the setting sun was pouring in through a gaping hole in the ceiling.

"OH, YEAH!! Exactly what I was looking for!"

A chain whips out of my right wrists and from a wave of my arm, latches itself on to a steel pipe protruding from the exposed inner part of the ceiling. I turn to the my pursuers, who were now only a dozen of meters away, and smile at them smugly, shiny tooth, blink of an eye and all before proceeding the retract my chain, hoisting myself to the surface.

[Done]

(I just went back and read the end of part 2 and it turns out the three Dragons smashed their way in the prison through the laundry room's wall, not the ceiling. I don't want to rewrite half of my reply, - just writing it already took long enough - so let's just assume I exited through the hole they made in the wall.)