((I'm glad to see you're still alive, Reiko. I was starting to wonder!))
Boolean groaned softly and covered his eyes with one large paw to shield them from the too-bright colours of dawn. The sun was supposed to be a rainbow of pleasing colours as it breached the horizon, not a smog-induced yellow-white as bright as midmorning.
"Wakey-wakey time, fuzzy. We gotta keep movin'."
The feline masked a slight smirk behind his arm, and muttered something to satisfy Yume that he would be awake soon. He stretched his arms above him and his legs below him all at once, and the lion-cheetah was flexible enough that it almost looked like he was actually elongating. He propped himself up to his feet, and checked the pockets of his jeans out of habit, followed by those of the bartending apron he still wore. All the interesting toys he'd found amongst the wreckage were accounted for. Finally, he bent and reclaimed his metal staff.
He idly munched on a proffered granola bar as he looked around at his companions. True to Yume's suspicion, none of them looked to have slept, nor to have needed it, beyond him and her. Even Ghona, who had put himself on standby last night, seemed to have little need for whatever regenerative purpose the mode may have.
As they set off toward the forest, Boolean couldn't shake an uneasy feeling. Aidan and Lycrios both said they were being watched, but the feline's keen ears weren't able to pick out any sounds of life outside their party. Whoever it was could move stealthily over the junk like an eel through water.
The feline found himself staying close to Yume. She was the only one he knew, but he knew it would serve him no good to hide from the others, no matter how shy he was.
Aidan seemed to be keeping close to Yume too. Ignoring the unease that realization brought him when he recalled last night's events, Boolean smiled amicably and stepped next to the monk. "You seem to have quite a talent with metal," the cheetah started. "What sort of power is that?" |