11-23-2023, 03:53:05 AM
Catar exits their cabin, looks at her own wings, and sighs. Might as well try to narrow the options the CPR Doctor can guess from when they're acting this night... or, wait actually- no, better not think of it. The scum, especially, would be alert for that one.
Alright, time to become a cryptid.
1. You bat. Or well, you think of a mundane explanation for what you're about to do, and what you are. A case of "it's just a misidentified bat" could easily explain you away. You place stuff under your blanket to make a human-enough lump that is napping away for the day, and then you set off to enact the rest of your plan.
2. Convince someone who looks convincingly... nnnnormal enough to talk about the myth you are going to become, maybe even have them take a blurry, distant photo of you flying amidst trees as a silhouette in such a manner that it's hard to make you out... or just take a seemingly plain photo and ride on it being some CGI hoax. Your plan definitely would get under Renard's skin, and perhaps even pique his curiosity, and you shall be now known as the Pteurodon, a mysterious creature that lurks in this place. Better hope there are bats, especially fruit bats around to justify your existence...
3. Just find wherever they have set up camp or parked through the power of discrete flight. You feel particularly fruity today, so you buy a carton of fruit juice on the way. When they are away, swoop in and thrash the place, and then crush the carton of fruit juice in your mouth to leave behind a scent of juice. And probably lots of ants. This is a fruit bat scent, right? Hopefully.
2. Convince someone who looks convincingly... nnnnormal enough to talk about the myth you are going to become, maybe even have them take a blurry, distant photo of you flying amidst trees as a silhouette in such a manner that it's hard to make you out... or just take a seemingly plain photo and ride on it being some CGI hoax. Your plan definitely would get under Renard's skin, and perhaps even pique his curiosity, and you shall be now known as the Pteurodon, a mysterious creature that lurks in this place. Better hope there are bats, especially fruit bats around to justify your existence...
3. Just find wherever they have set up camp or parked through the power of discrete flight. You feel particularly fruity today, so you buy a carton of fruit juice on the way. When they are away, swoop in and thrash the place, and then crush the carton of fruit juice in your mouth to leave behind a scent of juice. And probably lots of ants. This is a fruit bat scent, right? Hopefully.
it is me. awe921, the greatest face in all of koridai