Nobody approaches the hooded figure with an air of confidence, the three cybernetic heads positioning themselves so that all six eyes are fixed on the two steely gray eyes of the mysterious individual. The gaze is intense, an unspoken challenge, a query, a search for what lies beneath the surface. The hooded figure remains undisturbed at first, but then, a subtle shift occurs; their eyes lock onto Nobody's, a knowing glimmer passing through them, as if acknowledging the depth of Nobody's gaze and accepting the silent confrontation.

taken in devilsnight

Democrates approaches the weathered payphone and scavenges through the coin return with a flick of his fingers. As expected, he discovers a shiny quarter waiting to be claimed—a small token from the city's pulsing heart. He pockets the quarter, feeling the weight of potential it carries.

taken in downtown

Nobody finds an additional quarter in the coin return slot, which seems to have appeared since the previous player's interaction. It seems the phone is strangely generous tonight.

taken in downtown

With the business completed, Zeb carefully picks up the sterile case that contains the sub-dermal weapon nodes. He inspects the small modules within the case for a moment, perhaps considering the power they would soon add to his arsenal. He closes the case with a soft click, securing the nodes, and then he tucks the case under his arm. Now augmented with the potential for concealed combat prowess, Zeb contemplates his next move.

taken in bridge

Nobody's three tails wag in unison, kicking up small dust clouds behind them. As they survey the enclosed yard, they notice the Mechanic leaning over the work table, fiddling with an assortment of cogs and wires. The metal canister catches the glint of the sun near the large water containers, largely unguarded and unattended. Nobody's keen senses are alert for any movements or unusual sounds in the outpost or coming from the desert beyond the wire fence.

taken in outpost

Nobody paws at the dry, cracked earth beneath the gate with its powerful claws. The ground, baked hard by the relentless sun, proves to be a difficult opponent, but Nobody's persistence pays off. After strenuous effort, a shallow hole is formed—just deep enough for a creature of Nobody's size to slip underneath and escape the confines of the outpost.

taken in outpost

Nobody sniffs around, utilizing the keen olfactory sensors within the cyber implants. The cold, musty air of the cave is laced with a hint of moisture and the unmistakable musky scent of the cave axolotl. An underlying smell of old wood emanates from the crate, suggesting the presence of items that may have been here for quite some time.

taken in cavesystem

Nobody, while still lying belly-up, uses this opportunity to sneak a peek into Pangolin's pockets. With one head keeping Pangolin's attention through the belly rub, another head subtly glances and sniffs at Pangolin's belongings. Pangolin, however, seems too preoccupied with giving belly rubs to notice Nobody's sneaky endeavor. Nobody finds that the pockets mostly contain small pouches of the weird berries that Pangolin has to offer.

taken in deepdesert

Rolf waves back at Shawty Collins with a beaming smile, his hands slightly shimmering from the strobe lights of the club. He approaches Shawty with a jolly swagger and wraps him in a bear hug, nearly lifting Shawty off the ground with his surprising strength. His split tongue flickers slightly as he laughs, clearly in high spirits.

taken in devilsnight

Nobody approaches Pangolin with a cautious yet friendly demeanor. Pangolin, noticing the multi-headed creature coming towards him, seems to tense up at first due to his past experiences, but then relaxes slightly, recognizing Nobody's non-threatening approach.

taken in deepdesert