THE GHOST IN THE SHELL \\
So there's hope for him after all. Aamu nods thoughtfully, his eyes falling down to the paper again. Dragon. He can't help but imagine what the Stormbreak Dragoons would say if they suddenly faced an Ascended army, all of them shifted into exactly that: dragons. Oh, that would've been so sweet.
"If I get too much trouble I'll just end the shift earlier than planned and not much harm done," he says quietly, looking up at Sunjata again for confirmation. Staying a whole week as a dragon feels a little.. pompous, almost. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to go dragon from the start, or save it for getting out of a pinch.
"I imagine I'll find something, then. Even smaller quantities of nutrition should be enough to get it by when it's just a few days, right?" Aamu has not felt hunger in a long time, and he's apprehensive about it now. Turning into a massive predator seems like a good way to get hungrier than he would like, and he suspects that if it comes to a certain point it would be a very powerful instinct—and eating the "monsters" would feel obscene.
"If I get too much trouble I'll just end the shift earlier than planned and not much harm done," he says quietly, looking up at Sunjata again for confirmation. Staying a whole week as a dragon feels a little.. pompous, almost. He hasn't decided yet if he wants to go dragon from the start, or save it for getting out of a pinch.
"I imagine I'll find something, then. Even smaller quantities of nutrition should be enough to get it by when it's just a few days, right?" Aamu has not felt hunger in a long time, and he's apprehensive about it now. Turning into a massive predator seems like a good way to get hungrier than he would like, and he suspects that if it comes to a certain point it would be a very powerful instinct—and eating the "monsters" would feel obscene.
