The red gleams are too widely spaced to be human eyes, but they have an unnerving feel of focus to them as they fix on Voodoo for a while. Rather than speak, the thing suddenly jumps straight up into the air and comes down with a CLANG! on the hood of the nearer vehicle. It remains hunched in the darkness, staring- probably- at Voodoo.
Fawkes touches Voodoo's shoulder lightly. "A question," he says as quietly as he can- which is to say, about normal speaking volume for an ordinary human. "Are you... familiar... with the Wasteland things that humans call centaurs?"
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:38 am (UTC)Fawkes touches Voodoo's shoulder lightly. "A question," he says as quietly as he can- which is to say, about normal speaking volume for an ordinary human. "Are you... familiar... with the Wasteland things that humans call centaurs?"