audio (after shield is repaired and things are settling down at the end of the area)

[coffinturk]

[ Vincent isn't one to mince words. The message is relatively short and precise given its content. ]

We are all changing.

[ Yes. That is correct, Valentine. ]

The marks that appear are connected. But the changes are different even when two people seem to be becoming the same type of monster.

Contact me with the changes you are experiencing and the sigil's appearance. I will make a record.

Deliver it however you wish. Your thoughts on the changes are welcome.

Comments

[coffinturk]

[ Uh huh. ]

Several changes then. What do they look like?

[ The utter calm and somewhat dispassionate engagement may discourage a lesser individual from further complaints. ]

[x2bet]

[Luckily for everyone in the convoy (and this mysteriously dispassionate man), Benny is not a lesser individual afraid of clogging up the convoy airwaves.]

Several changes? That's selling a bridge for a buck. I looked like a one-man freakshow when the shield doohickey was down, that's what!

[That was extremely not ring-a-ding.]

[coffinturk]

Write them down if you don'twant to talk out loud about them. I'll compare them with other reports.

[ Clearly asking for the traits directly isn't working here l. Time for a new tact. ]

[private]

[x2bet]

What? No, I'll just give you a call. Don't hang up yet, baby - I'm on my way!

[Beep boop, ring ring. Guess who's giving a direct call? Provided the guy even picks up on the other end, that is.]

Re: [private]

[coffinturk]

[ ... ]

Yes?

[x2bet]

I'm the guy you were just talkin' to. Ding-dong, ring any bells?

[coffinturk]

[ It's totally possible, Vincent muses, to say 'no' at this point and hang up. ]

Yes. You were going to talk to me about details. In private I presume.

[ He's ready. He may also be bracing himself for not getting a direct answer. Hang in there Valentine. ]

[x2bet]

[Hang in there, buddy.]

Yeah, cause some details are a little much to be blabbin' on about in polite company, you know what I mean? It ain't for the ladies delicate ears. And it ain't for the faint-hearted, either.

Like the claws I got now, I'll gab about that, no problem. But the legs? Legs! I had freaking legs for days - literally!