[Connor has an eye for detail, for plucking out information from sameness and chaos — such as he was programmed to do. Eyes cast to the ground, he laments once more the loss of his scans, relying on old fashioned observation instead. Picking up the subtle ghost of imprinted footsteps, or where blades of grass bends at strange angles. A slightly tedious process, but one that’ll serve them well enough, should they have the time and leisure for it.
When ominous laughter echoes around them, from no apparent specific direction, Connor lifts his eyes to observe the shadows beyond the trees. LED spinning, he frowns.]
I don’t suggest we linger much longer. I don’t actually know what lives in this forest, and maybe we’re not exactly equipped to find out.
[For now, at least. He looks at Lucina directly.]
I’m going to turn into a dog to lead us out more quickly. Will you be able to keep up?
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[Connor has an eye for detail, for plucking out information from sameness and chaos — such as he was programmed to do. Eyes cast to the ground, he laments once more the loss of his scans, relying on old fashioned observation instead. Picking up the subtle ghost of imprinted footsteps, or where blades of grass bends at strange angles. A slightly tedious process, but one that’ll serve them well enough, should they have the time and leisure for it.
When ominous laughter echoes around them, from no apparent specific direction, Connor lifts his eyes to observe the shadows beyond the trees. LED spinning, he frowns.]
I don’t suggest we linger much longer. I don’t actually know what lives in this forest, and maybe we’re not exactly equipped to find out.
[For now, at least. He looks at Lucina directly.]
I’m going to turn into a dog to lead us out more quickly. Will you be able to keep up?