<div class="floatleft">(http://espirale.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/p_1222_905_3267257d-16c2-4bbe-af3e-97dc8afd3373.jpeg?w=652)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Toy Maker/Tobias Edmond<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Jean Grey Institute; Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>NYPD shirt (http://www.vpcam.com/members/1402226/uploaded/6656.jpg), Green Jacket (http://www.mynewjacket.com/images/als-new-jacket.jpg), Black Jeans (http://www.poptheshop.com/catalog/scaled_tight_od_black_men_f.jpg), Shoes (http://www.mensshoesbuyingguide.com/images/tennis%20shoes.JPG)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone in the Kitchen; Open<br/><hr/>Tobias had received a printed note from under his door this morning that told of a trip of some sorts to go shopping.  There was no signature or markings and it said that it was mandatory to come.  Not what he would call the best thing to do in his spare time, but it appeared that he wasn't going to be given an option.<br/><br/>Honestly, he enjoyed his time alone, mainly because, when compared to the other mutants at the school, his powers were mediocre at best.  But that didn't bother Tobias because he knew that every person had a niche in the world and his was working on strengthening his abilities.  Ever since the news reports of these Sentinels started attacking, he started wondering how he could prevent the damage and save more lives.  It was a couple of weeks into his time at the school that he heard of the cyborg-Sentinel here.  It was later that an idea had formed, just yesterday in fact, that this "Traitor" or whatever he called himself may be able to help him with.<br/><br/>With these thoughts in mind, he packed a bag of "equipment" consisting of a small Nerf Gun that, when animated, fires live rounds, two plastic, toy grenades with the same principle as the Nerf Gun, a small handful of rubber insects that had wings for any kind of aerial reconnaissance, as well as a few other various things should he need them.  Inside of his coat, he had two plastic knives and a water pistol that follow the same principle as his other weapons.  All of his "equipment" would could easily pass through metal detectors and security scans inanimate without any other question besides why a guy like him was carrying so many toys......of which he would have no answer.<br/><br/>After double-checking his inventory of items, he animated a few of his larger things, a four foot long, two foot high Raptor he acquired recently and a two foot high version of a Transformer called "Optimus Prime" as well as a small battalion of those green, plastic soldiers.  He left them with orders to protect against intruders and not to kill.  Satisfied that his room was as safe as possible, he locked the door and walked down to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast consisting of a poptart, toast, and a mug of coffee before walking towards the hummer.  Though he'd rather take his own car, a true police-issue vehicle his friends back at the NYPD had pulled many strings to have sent to him, or his motorcycle, a deep, blue machine that has seen some usage, the hummer was much less conspicuous, so he left it parked in the garage beside the motorcycle he had shipped over for personal use.