My power is to turn into a canine, and I can reap certain advantages from that specific form. This includes tracking, which I believe would prove very useful to use right now.
[ It's likely for the best that Lucina is too serious and rigid to take joy in the fact that Connor can turn into a dog. Her puzzlement fades with his explanation and she nods. ]
[It is for the best, at least in this circumstance. He doesn't mind people cooing over his ability -- in fact, he finds it flattering, and he's a somewhat vain android who will always take kindly to compliments -- but now isn't the time.
And so she's granted a succinct nod, and without much fanfare at all, a blue light envelops Connor. Bright and nigh blinding, it lasts for but a second before dissipating altogether, leaving a dark-colored German Shepherd in his wake.
With a visible LED on the side of his skull, blinking blue beneath fur. He looks up at Lucina, for confirmation that she isn't too surprised by the sudden change, and to see if she's ready to get started. Already, scents pervade all around him, and it's easy to get distracted by a sense of smell that's beyond anything a human or an android would ever feasibly experience.]
[ Nah, just kidding. At best, the firm lines that make up her jaw and her mouth soften slightly, lulled into some vague complacency by Connor's transformation. She's never had a bad experience with dogs, despite everything - the Ylisstol palace had a kennel, once, and dogs are canny survivalists when they need to be. That's comforting. As it the blue light, faint underneath the thick fur. Without really thinking about it, she reaches out and gives him a pat on the head, hand briefly disappearing between his ears.
...
She retracts a moment later, because it's still Connor, she still shies deliberately away from contact from him - when not distracted by these false little moments.
For reassurance, that same hand settles back on the hilt of her sword. ]
Go. I'll be right behind you.
[ Or she'll go hide in a tree trunk and die of shame. Either way. ]
The pat on his head makes Connor lift his head up, long snout brushing against her palm just right before she retracts it. A question shines in his eyes, but being unable to speak as he is, there's no way to vocalize it.
Besides, there's much else to do.
A little gruff 'wuff' of confirmation, and Connor catches the scent of them (mostly her), in his nose. A trail back through the forest, the way they came. It might as well be a shining beacon, it's such a clear thing to him now.
He pads forward at a quickened pace. Stick with him, Lucina!]
[ Lucina gives chase, her feet beating in quick pursuit of his path. She keeps her eyes on his lowered head and the tail flicking above his legs. The further they get through the forest, the more she can see faint sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy above their heads. Far ahead, a mouth opens in the seam of trees, providing them an exit.
The lingering inhabitants come out in observing droves as they flee, poking mishapen heads and dilated pupils out from nooks and crannies, from knots in the tree bark and piles of leaves lining the brush. They don't try to interact, but merely observe, which may be even more disquieting.
(I'm sorry, I don't know how to make this interesting, so.)
By the time they reach the edge of the woods, she's slightly winded, and struggling to hide it. ]
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You - what?
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My power is to turn into a canine, and I can reap certain advantages from that specific form. This includes tracking, which I believe would prove very useful to use right now.
So, as I said, can you keep up?
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Of course. Please, lead the way.
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And so she's granted a succinct nod, and without much fanfare at all, a blue light envelops Connor. Bright and nigh blinding, it lasts for but a second before dissipating altogether, leaving a dark-colored German Shepherd in his wake.
With a visible LED on the side of his skull, blinking blue beneath fur. He looks up at Lucina, for confirmation that she isn't too surprised by the sudden change, and to see if she's ready to get started. Already, scents pervade all around him, and it's easy to get distracted by a sense of smell that's beyond anything a human or an android would ever feasibly experience.]
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...
She retracts a moment later, because it's still Connor, she still shies deliberately away from contact from him - when not distracted by these false little moments.
For reassurance, that same hand settles back on the hilt of her sword. ]
Go. I'll be right behind you.
[ Or she'll go hide in a tree trunk and die of shame. Either way. ]
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The pat on his head makes Connor lift his head up, long snout brushing against her palm just right before she retracts it. A question shines in his eyes, but being unable to speak as he is, there's no way to vocalize it.
Besides, there's much else to do.
A little gruff 'wuff' of confirmation, and Connor catches the scent of them (mostly her), in his nose. A trail back through the forest, the way they came. It might as well be a shining beacon, it's such a clear thing to him now.
He pads forward at a quickened pace. Stick with him, Lucina!]
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The lingering inhabitants come out in observing droves as they flee, poking mishapen heads and dilated pupils out from nooks and crannies, from knots in the tree bark and piles of leaves lining the brush. They don't try to interact, but merely observe, which may be even more disquieting.
(I'm sorry, I don't know how to make this interesting, so.)
By the time they reach the edge of the woods, she's slightly winded, and struggling to hide it. ]