[ Erik cannot fathom who could have put this suit of armor in a jumpsuit and stuffed it in this closet with him, or why any of it is happening. If he wasn't so disoriented he'd be much more disconcerted. But the first order of business is to get out as quickly as possible. So he lifts his hand, fingers splayed, and reaches out with his senses to find the door. Or make one, if need be.
He doesn't yelp when the armor lights up and talks. But he does inhale sharply and have a moment of trying to scramble away.
He glances around, but even with the additional light there is nothing new to see. No explanation for what is happening. Has he finally gone mad? He should probably say something. ]
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He doesn't yelp when the armor lights up and talks. But he does inhale sharply and have a moment of trying to scramble away.
He glances around, but even with the additional light there is nothing new to see. No explanation for what is happening. Has he finally gone mad? He should probably say something. ]
Yes?