Spyke heard her, the words distorted with the keenness of his new hearing. He nodded, it wasn't the illusion that had made him panic, it was having to worry about their safety, but he'd long gotten past that now. He stood back up, and took a few steps closer, sunbathing in the few rays that got through to the warehouse through the door. He yawned, baring his teeth unintentionally.
He needed to figure out how to change back, he walked out the door into the Los Angeles alleyways, aiming to return soon.
She felt the cold feeling spreading up her back and illusions flashed behind her as Spyke stepped towards her. Illusions of beasts, dark creatures in the shadows, huge figures. Riann calmed herself down and suppressed the feeling. The illusions left, and her amber eyes dimmed.
She stepped backwards, but realized that Spyke was only yawning. Riann stepped forwards and studied him, mesmerized by the stripes and the amber eyes of the animal that Spyke had taken shape of. A small smile played on her lips.
A few minutes later, Spyke returned to the baffled group, still trying to figure out what they were here for.
"Was'sup." He said, relaxed.
She studied Spyke. There was no fear in her gaze, but instead there were hints of admiration and curiosity.
"Shape shifter. . ." Riann mumbled as she thought out loud.
"Apparently." He huffed. "You've got some power too." He said dropping his bag.
She nodded. "It's hard to control. . . I get this weird cold feeling every time."
"Yeah. I get a tingling myself." He said. "So what's new!?" He asked, curiosity in his eyes.
(WELL THAT WAS AMAZING. GOOD JOB.)
(Sorry you missed it, seriously.)
"New?" She asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
(;u;)
"Anyone figure anything else out?" Spyke rummaged through his bag again, digging out his guitar and sketch tools, he lays them aside to find something else, and then pulls out a portable charger and a few sandwiches. "Anyone hungry, I brought stuff." He inquires.
“Where even are we?” Lucille asked, she looked around, “There’s no windows…”
Riann kneeled down and looked through her own bag. She pulled out some weapons, medical supplies and a leather bound book filled with sketches. She opened it and turned towards the group.
"Guys. . . why are you in here?" She called out, looking back towards the pictures.
“You mean in the sketchbook or this building?” Lucille asked as she walked towards Riann.
"Didn't know that I was?" Spyke said. He repacked his bag, and slid it into a corner. "Anyone want to do some exploring, eh?"
"In the sketchbook. . ." She sighed and closed it, the exhaust from the illusions keeping her from thinking. "I'm in." Riann replied to Spyke.
“Are you sure it’s safe to explore this unknown place?” Lucille asked, “This entire thing is a little… off.”
"You're right. . ." She sighed. "But, we'll never learn anything if we stay here."
“Well I guess we should explore…” Lucille sighed and picked up her bag, “But we have to do it carefully, we don’t know what’s in here.” (Wait… this is in Los Angeles, right?”
Katie's head swivelled around as her gaze flipped to everyone in the room. "Why does the fact that some guy turned into a tiger not seem to bother anyone but me?" she muttered. Then, to everyone. "What even is happening? I mean, tiger dude just waltzes in here with sandwiches and all is well?" Her breathing was speeding up.
Lucille snickered, “I like her, she should keep her.” Lucille held her hands up in surrender and said, “Well on a more serious note, I’m pretty sure someone turning into a tiger isn’t going to be the strangest thing that is going to happen in this place.”
"Great. Reassuring." she deadpanned. She walked up to tiger dude. "I would actually like a sandwich, though."
Spyke threw her a sandwich. "I'll scout ahead for your guys' safety." He said, and he walked off, coming back out a minute later as a grey wolf, with his bag in his mouth, he walked ahead.