@Cerebrate @NyantaStarhunt
Anna: “Hm… that tech’s endemic only to this region of Nevada; I imagine there must be a few outlets somewhere out here pressing out all more kinds of stuff just like it…”
As she says, the cat unzips a flap on her suit’s arm, revealing a touchpad screen. After a few keypresses, it chimes, wirelessly “shaking hands” with Imos’s gear.
With a few more presses, Imos’s suit shifts and tightens a bit, fitting like a tailor-made glove unto the lizard now.
“…There, the suit’s materials should shift into invisibility now too just by consciously willing it. If you’re aware that you’re about to be shot, stabbed, bitten, or crushed as well, the suit’ll expand into ‘crash-mode’, though you’ll look a bit, ehm…
‘polygonal’, for a moment as the danger happens.”
@EclecticInspiration @Jinx
Dropping in on the unexpecting mini-Grimm, the dog-sized thing yips, yaps, and yeets away toward its pack seen aside down the dune’s length, scurrying to beneath a copse of low trees, where they seem to’ve recently unearthed a bowl-shaped entrance, likely leading down into shallow tunnels.
Peeking below the trees into the bowl-entrance, Grimm and Rhett see the creature they startled shoving its upper body into the tunnel (a bit like an ostrich), though with its middle and rear legs kicking up clods of dirt to both dig out more room as well as pull itself into the subterranean safety below.