"It looks like a goddamn death trap." Tobin's eyebrows had furrowed in an exact manner that made his eyebrows come to a "V" shape with how much he grimaced. Fight evil, sure. Destroy the hell out of things, all for it. Walk into a creepy cave with no one else around, in the dark... Tobin liked the dark and he liked to slam things with his bat, following those shadow things around with a destructive purpose. "..It's to get a weapon right?" Somehow the thought of danger had completely resolved itself when he remembered the reason why he was doing it.

If I run I bet it won't matter. A smug look came about him as he descended in big leaps down a slope, his boots making loud thuds as he walked along.

"Better not make me wait too damn long!" He called down as he slid more. Yeah, there were the stairs but this was faster. He hopped again - and lost his footing, tumbling down to the bottom with a muffled "thud" of his body. <******** hell." Tobin spat out as he got up, feeling the dampness of his clothes. "Tch." He kicked a nearby rock and it crumbled, echoing across the ground as he started to move around slowly. Squinting to try to see didn't help and he ended up kicking another few rocks, sending the echoing noises off into the darkness.

"Damn it... HELLOOOOO?!" Impatiently he called out, waiting for a sound to come back. "I swear to god if I get a pot lid..." He muttered under his breath. In the back of his mind he was curious about what Dottie got. Probably something that matched her personality - unlike the inevitable pot lid that was waiting for him at the end of the tunnel.

Minutes passed. Then a half hour. Tobin had been wandering around and when he felt something get too close he'd punch where he thought a jaw might be. His hand didn't appreciate it, but anger was easier to manage than fear anyways. "Are you all deaf or something!?" He called back out.

Just my damn luck if I end up with something that can't hear or talk... aren't these things supposed to be useful?

More time passed.

"It's a rock, isn't it?!" He yelled to the nothingness, stopping by a boulder and yanking at a piece from the top. "Come on. I don't have all damn day." Grunting, he yanked and fell back on his a**. "Wise guy huh?!" He turned and kicked the piece hard - only to bash his foot into something far too hard. "s**t!" He called out, grabbing his boot and glaring back at the piece.

// Call that a kick? //

"I can do a hell of a lot more, just you-" Tobin stopped, his eyes wide, and he glared back. "Damn it I know this cave was some sort of death trap." Or they drugged him. It did sound too good to be true.

// All talk and no substance?? //

Tobin growled. "Come out and face me wherever you are, I'll show you a kick right to your stupid face!!!" He called and twisted in anger, eyes darting. But there was nothing. No one. "a*****e!!!" He yelled again, his voice echoing slowly.

Then it hit him just as hard as he liked to hit his alarm clock. The other voice had no echo.

// Bad attitude, I -think- I... help. //

"Oooh buddy you haven't even begun to see attitude." Slowly his eyes moved back to the piece sticking out of the rock, glaring at the shape as it slowly came into focus. While the sentences sounded shortened, and some not full, something else filled him. Some sort of purpose, kind of like when he sat down to his favorite treat for the first time but this was less about hunger and more about purpose.

Slowly his fingers grasped around the object and he pulled it up. In the dark it was hard to tell what it was, felt like a bat. Either way, his arm felt... full. Like an extension of himself had been put back into place and he turned, slamming it into a nearby rock and watching it shatter with a smirk. "Guess that works for me... whatever you are." A smirk crossed his face and he wandered back to the stares, tapping his new weapon into rocks as he went, breaking a few and sending others flying.

"Oooohhh guuuuys~!" He called up the stairs as he walked up with a satisfied grin down at the club, which he could see as he got closer to the light. It was spiked, which made for better than a normal bat. Excitement moved through him. "Not sure what this thing is exactly but I bet it's better than yours!" A satisfied laugh followed. Now we get to have some fun...