See, that's what most people say. Up until I point out I mean Umbra-ship engineer. Then they look at me like I'm a crazy person and change the subject.
Yeah, but I mean, other Fera look at me like I'm a crazy person. And they know what I mean by Umbra-ship, they just think the Umbral Pilots as a whole are crazy. Not that we aren't, but it's the principle of thing.
That's not the worst combination I've ever heard of. My last boss was a werewolf AND sheriff. The only difference was, he simply fucked off to the island nearest by when he felt a bad moon coming on.
It's not really novel. Werewolves flying things through the Umbra has been a thing since the late 19th century. Except back then it was strapping dirigibles filled with hydrogen to wooden ships and hoping they didn't catch on fire and explode.
Not really, no. Not saying I can't transform right now, it's just that it has a side-effect of mystically inducing massive amounts terror in every normal human who sees it, and the resulting mental trauma is usually enough to cause amnesia.
Interstellar space, Hell, the Internet, the collective unconscious, the spirit realms, The Dreaming...I can go on and on here. The Umbra's fucking weird.
Yes and no. I've always had the potential to. Werewolves are born, not made. But I didn't start being able to change until I was sixteen. Wasn't even aware I was one until then, and it was not a fun way to find out.
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It's a wonder, with your 'proclivities', that you've not landed yourself squarely on the investigation roster of the 'Yard as yet. I suppose congratulations are in order?
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Have you always had this ability?
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And no, but the metaphysical dimension the spiritual representation of the Internet exists in does incorporate interstellar space.
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[Smiles.]
Last thing I need is a horde of werewolves ripping apart the city.
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[The detective ponders a moment before regarding him gamely.]
It's a wonder, with your 'proclivities', that you've not landed yourself squarely on the investigation roster of the 'Yard as yet. I suppose congratulations are in order?