"Some time after all the monsters attacked. I was too busy to notice growing fangs, I guess."
Which is weird, because Blake thought she would have noticed something like that. Combat is distracting, sure, but distracting enough to not notice two of her canines turning into fangs? Then again, apparently Yang didn't notice growing two whole wolf ears, which should have been even more of a noticeable thing, so maybe these changes are made deliberately free of sensation. Which would suggest-- what? Some virus? Magic? Technology? Is it all accidental, or is someone doing this to them? It is a little suspicious that there just happens to be a convoy right next to them that will take them to Nirvana, like the broadcast said--
The rattle of Yang's keys draws Blake from her thoughts.
Blake sighs, putting a hand to her forehead. Her, "Yes." is reluctant, short, and a tiny bit annoyed. She turns to pick the camper out of the lineout, and points it out to Yang. "There. That big rectangle in purple and white, with the cracked windows. That's mine."
She wishes she'd gotten something more useful, like a fast car or a tank or something. Anything but a stupid camper that looks like it goes about twenty miles an hour.
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Which is weird, because Blake thought she would have noticed something like that. Combat is distracting, sure, but distracting enough to not notice two of her canines turning into fangs? Then again, apparently Yang didn't notice growing two whole wolf ears, which should have been even more of a noticeable thing, so maybe these changes are made deliberately free of sensation. Which would suggest-- what? Some virus? Magic? Technology? Is it all accidental, or is someone doing this to them? It is a little suspicious that there just happens to be a convoy right next to them that will take them to Nirvana, like the broadcast said--
The rattle of Yang's keys draws Blake from her thoughts.
Blake sighs, putting a hand to her forehead. Her, "Yes." is reluctant, short, and a tiny bit annoyed. She turns to pick the camper out of the lineout, and points it out to Yang. "There. That big rectangle in purple and white, with the cracked windows. That's mine."
She wishes she'd gotten something more useful, like a fast car or a tank or something. Anything but a stupid camper that looks like it goes about twenty miles an hour.
"What about you?"