[...Oh, okay, he may not know exactly what a bomb looks like but by the amount of freaking out his dog is doing he probablaaaaand that sure is something blinking.
He tells Orthrus to back off a ways (don't get it near fire, he knows that much) and steps away for a moment himself, mind racing. How much time does he have? Jostling it around might set something off, he was told, but...
He recalls Orthrus and sends out his Drapion and Raticate, quickly explaining his idea to them. Muriel sinks her claws into a plank, holding it steady while Samuel gnaws through on either end, giving the blinking light a wide berth. If nothing happens when they carefully lift away the first chunk of wood, they'll remove a few more the same way, opening a hole over the mysterious-possibly-dangerous device.]
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He tells Orthrus to back off a ways (don't get it near fire, he knows that much) and steps away for a moment himself, mind racing. How much time does he have? Jostling it around might set something off, he was told, but...
He recalls Orthrus and sends out his Drapion and Raticate, quickly explaining his idea to them. Muriel sinks her claws into a plank, holding it steady while Samuel gnaws through on either end, giving the blinking light a wide berth. If nothing happens when they carefully lift away the first chunk of wood, they'll remove a few more the same way, opening a hole over the mysterious-possibly-dangerous device.]