The voice (which sounds little like the revving of an engine) comes from the figure running next to the truck--keeping pace with it, in fact. Arthur's companion is a horse-headed bipedal automaton, crafted from some silvery metal.
"Reality," he breathes, blinking as the rolling die in his palm confirms it. He pockets the die and returns his full attention to the horse-like figure. "Who are you? And why am I here?"
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The voice (which sounds little like the revving of an engine) comes from the figure running next to the truck--keeping pace with it, in fact. Arthur's companion is a horse-headed bipedal automaton, crafted from some silvery metal.
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The figure turns its head to him, but continues running alongside the truck.
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[ooc note: Atroma is the organization that brought in characters in Arthur's past game, for reference c:]
good to know!
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He picks up a can, just to see if it feels solid and real.
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The can is indeed solid--and cool enough that moisture is beading up on the outside.