It was a simple one-story, surprisingly small but normal on the outside. There were no personal items whatsoever, and no decorations. No colour save for the drab white and what seemed to be nicotine stains on the walls despite Crane not smoking--at the very least, he never smelled like it.
He slipped in, taking his shoes off and waiting for Tillman. Once the other was insane he made a point to lock everything back up, pausing to take in the security.
"Follow me." The words were simple and to the point as he descended to the basement. There was a bare bulb hanging and the moment Crane hit it the place illuminated to a clutter of various things. It ranged from proper science equipment to cut out, 10 gallon bottles, cluttered with barely any room to move. And yet all of it was organized succinctly and in such a matter that was in tune with the fact that Crane was a man of order.
Shirking just shy of knocking over a Bunsen burner, the psychiatrist made his way over to a closet and opened it, revealing a rather large reserve of weapons, the majority coming from arkham asylum's defense team.
"You can take your pick but I strongly advise you not to touch anything here, Tillman. The results could be...less than ideal. But I've already anticipated your arrival, as you can clearly see."
He paused, adjusting his glasses.
"And it should go without saying it would be unwise to tell anyone about this place, either."
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He slipped in, taking his shoes off and waiting for Tillman. Once the other was insane he made a point to lock everything back up, pausing to take in the security.
"Follow me." The words were simple and to the point as he descended to the basement. There was a bare bulb hanging and the moment Crane hit it the place illuminated to a clutter of various things. It ranged from proper science equipment to cut out, 10 gallon bottles, cluttered with barely any room to move. And yet all of it was organized succinctly and in such a matter that was in tune with the fact that Crane was a man of order.
Shirking just shy of knocking over a Bunsen burner, the psychiatrist made his way over to a closet and opened it, revealing a rather large reserve of weapons, the majority coming from arkham asylum's defense team.
"You can take your pick but I strongly advise you not to touch anything here, Tillman. The results could be...less than ideal. But I've already anticipated your arrival, as you can clearly see."
He paused, adjusting his glasses.
"And it should go without saying it would be unwise to tell anyone about this place, either."