kikan'ag longwa saji hagimayong.
(There's a meeting at five and I don't wanna go.)
chiga sana notaywa salam'o isatto ei?
(How about we kill someone before it starts?)
ma? oni imou pagida!
(Huh? It was just a joke!)
Hunter brings a sort of "I don't know if she's killed before" vibe to the office that the coworkers don't really appreciate.
There is grey note at the top left of the page. Note: Yongasabi is the language of the slugcat people. Mulngjer is the language of the scavenger people.
The following four speech bubbles are positioned between the following three panels so that Chronicler and Rivulet are having a conversation.
Panel 1: Chronicler sits smiling, cross-legged on the floor of a room, looking into an overseer's projection. On the ceiling, a tarp is held up by thick rope netting. In the background, two other Scavengers are speaking with each other.
Chronicler: Rivulet and I have been working to enable long-distance communication through overseers like Kamuyagi so that I can continue my research even when we're apart. Can you two introduce yourselves?
Panel 2: Rivulet leans down to speak to the overseer projection outside of view.
Rivulet: What? Chroni, I've been running around for two weeks now!
Chronicler: I know who you are, but this is for the record. I'll start. I am The Chronicler, 'kanipchingjar' in Mulngjer, 'dosunabi' in Yongasabi. I travel with the Red City Caravan. Now you.
Panel 3: Rivulet leans back, sighing and rolling her eyes with her arms crossed.
Rivulet: ... Fine.
Panel 4: Rivulet and Saint stand facing the viewer. Beside them are their titles written in Yongasabi. Rivulet has her fists clenched with a slightly uncomfortable expression, while Saint stands with their hands together, eyes closed with a serene or impassive expression.
Rivulet: My title is Wandering Stream. In Yongsabi, 'yanginaeja lamlan', But my name is Rivulet. I... live here in Undergrowth. I helped build these communications. Yeah.
Saint: I am Saint. Yongasabi, sapinae. That is my title. I am head of this household and keeper of the Undergrowth shelter, its garden, and its residents.
Have you ever found that fire or shrapnel have something of a reduced effect on your body? I'm looking to confirm a hypothesis...
"My abilities are not common amongst the slugcat population, I think. In my entire life I have not met a single scug that could make explosives, or do explosive jumps (excluding my mom). And yes, I'm naturally resistant to blast damage. What would badly hurt a common creature may only knock me out for a second or two."
"Shrapnel? Hmm… my fur protects me to a degree, but getting hit with a flurry of hot metal chunks is very risky, even for me. If the situation is dire, I try to deflect anything coming at me with a blast or a dodge. The best way to not get hurt is to avoid confrontation in the first place."
"That said, I have also found that I can heal much faster than a typical scug. What takes cycles to recover from may only take me a week. Mom could do that too! I'm proud to have inherited it from her..."
She stops and stares into the distance. The smile on her face from a moment ago melts away quickly.
"...I really miss my mom."
// This is a good moment to mention that time in my AU is measured differently. There are days and nights as usual. The most common measurment is a set of four days (day-night cycles), which is called a "week". The cycle that involves rain is a separate concept, and only really applies to areas around iterators that are still active (and not collapsed). Some cycles may last several days followed by a a few days of rain. There are longer and shorter cycles depending on each iterator. Creatures still hibernate in places outside of their influence, but it is dictated more by the local weather, or seasons (could be considered a kind of very long cycle), rather than iterators' "breathing".