Chapter Ten:
Change

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Warnings: There will be cursing, violence, mild nudity, blood, gore, and a few other minor things under the rainbow with this fic.

Notes: To jy24, I can't say who might show up yet, beyond those that have already had honourary mentions or appearances in past materials. Spoilers, and all! :P

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"Things change. Doesn't mean they get better. You gotta make things better. You can't just keep talking and hoping for the best."
-Dr. Gregory House, "House M.D."

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She couldn't remember the last time she slept in a bed.

A real bed. Not one that had belonged to too many backsides over too many years. Not one that she had to dig out herself, using the dirt as a mattress and her rifle as a pillow. Not one that has belonged to someone else entirely and one she was only borrowing. Not one that was made of straw and hay and covered in a blanket for extra measure.

It's been years, she realized as she lay there in the early grey of dawn, the room still dark and still under the hush of the approaching day. She could hear Whiplash softly breathing, long and deep and still very much asleep. And then she realized that she didn't get very much sleep last night herself. She had tossed and turned, woken up every half hour after she'd finally fallen asleep, after several more hours of lying awake trying to let it come to her.

The bed was perfect by all accounts. It was comfortable and just the right amount of soft and firm all at once, and yet…

And yet, she still couldn't sleep. It mostly came to her in restless fits. She startled awake more often than she actually dozed. If she were anything less than what she was, she would probably be feeling the lagging of her mind catching up to her, the restless exhaustion weighing her down like anchors—but she had more miles to go before that ever happened. There were some minor perks to being an inhuman monster, after all. Sleep deprivation was simply something that took a long time to catch up to her, and it also allowed her to go a long while without rest.

It made her feel more useful while out on deployment, taking advantage of her sleepless nights. When the others caught their rest and she simply couldn't sleep, she'd tinker. She'd work. She'd read. She'd watch for enemies. She'd do anything to keep her mind off things, to keep her thoughts off of her nightmares.

Lupin lay in bed, watching as the room lightened from dusky black to charcoal grey to hazy blue. Whiplash continued snoozing, content as he was. He chose to sleep at the edge of the bed, close at hand. She had been tempted more than once throughout the night to slip off the bed and crawl under the Night Fury's wing and sleep at his side. She was growing more used to the black dragon with every passing day and in spite of herself, she has also grown very fond of him as well. The other Night Furies tolerated her, but Whiplash seemed to have an unusual level of interest and affection when it came to her. She was reminded of the way stray cats would sometimes adopt humans.

Lupin waited longer still until she found she couldn't stand sitting still any longer and quietly crept out of bed, tiptoed around the dragon, and slipped out the room. The hallway was as quiet and still as the room she had claimed for her own. She waited and listened.

The soft waking chirrups of songbirds in the forest. The sleepy chorus of insects stirring awake. The occasional groan, squeak, squeal, or roar of the dragons that littered Berk proper beyond. It was a peacefulness she hasn't really stopped to appreciate or think about in the last several weeks. It almost made her want to forget about the crazy that's become her life.

I'm on an island filled with dragons that's host to an ancient Viking village that came from an alternate parallel universe still in the past. The people who made it possible want to me to babysit more displaced victims due to their executive meddling due any day now. How can it possibly get any weirder?

She paused at that thought and groaned, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.

I could have been a normal human before all this and be suddenly stuck with pyrokinesis and lycanthropy. I could have been learning to cope with it instead of what's happened to me prior to all of this crap.

There was that plus.

She decided for the time being, it was enough, or about as much as she was going to get. Lupin moved on silent paws, navigating her way toward the stairs and down to the kitchen. It was big, bigger than any she had growing up. The fridge and freezer alike were stainless steel and had deep reaches for plenty of storage. The stove and oven were pristine and huge. In the middle of the floor plan was a lengthy kitchen island with cabinets and drawers and hooks where pots and pans dangled. The countertops all across the board were made of a dark obsidian stone, while the cabinets and kitchen island alike were made of the same wood as the flooring. Everything about the place just screamed 'expensive' and 'spared no expense' when it came to the materials used.

It all felt false in spite of the warmth it was supposed to project.

In time, it might feel more like a home, but at the moment, Lupin only felt like a stranger invading someone else's abode.

She distracted herself from all that by making herself a cup of coffee.

When she and Valka had done an initial run through of the house, Lupin was more than surprised to find it had running water and working electricity. Only half of the mystery had been solved when they eventually stumbled upon the generators down in the basement right next to the armoury. It was a larger, more powerful version of the miniature one Lupin had taken from Thurso.

It has to be, to run a household this large, she reminded herself as she took that first, life-affirming sip of her morning cup of coffee, savouring the smooth dark taste on her tongue.

She moved along through to the dining room and past the deep rich espresso dining table and its matching set of chairs. Lupin continued on through to the office and library space around the corner. All the built-in shelving were bare of books. The oak desk in the corner was clean and pristine, having known no usage. An upright piano, its finish smooth and darkly painted, sat innocuously beside the window, the cover closed over keys.

Littering most of the free space in the room were boxes and crates and footlockers filled with supplies she had yet to explore inside. It was the only way to keep the clutter and tripping hazards from spreading across the house. After the twins' delivery almost a week prior and then Copper's unexpected visit, she was left to carrying everything inside with Valka, including the arrangement of most of the furniture, stocking the kitchen, and making sure everything electric and wet all worked properly. She made a note to dedicate an afternoon, or perhaps an entire day even, to going through all the containers when she had the chance.

Lupin wandered on, doubling back toward the living room across the way, where squashed yet cozy-looking couches and an armchair sat, crowded around a fireplace in the corner. An iridescently clear television screen was mounted on the wall adjacent to the fireplace. Lupin doubted it very much they'd get a signal to even the most local of channels.

But, who knows? Maybe I can hook up the wireless settings to it, she told herself. Then, at the very least, she could glean something from the outside world. Then again…they might be monitoring the feed and cut me off at any moment.

The addendum soured her mood. She moved on, exploring the rest of the nooks and crannies, finding it just as bleak and empty and sterile as she would a military barracks room. It was functional, yet completely devoid of any personal touches whatsoever.

Take one room and make it your own. Where did I hear that from again? Lupin's ear flicked as she sipped her coffee, turning back to traipse down into the basement. She stopped altogether at the sound of footsteps approaching and instead turned toward the front door. Valka was there just as Lupin opened it. The older woman looked only marginally surprised, but it was the anxious yet determined expression that caught Lupin off guard the most. Any greeting she had died about as quickly as it had cropped up.

"What's wrong?"

"I think it might be best if you come see for yourself."

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A castle.

It was a fucking castle Valka wanted to show Lupin.

Oh, right, and it was sitting upon a brand new cliff that hadn't been there the other day.

A castle on a cliff. How Medieval Times could things possibly it get?

It was gorgeous in an ancient-landmark-from-afar kind of way, Lupin had to admit. It looked like some of the giant stone blocks had been carved out of the very stone of the cliff itself. It was old. That much was apparent. Decades old, perhaps, and yet…something felt off.

It looked so god awful familiar, yet she couldn't place it.

There were signs of modernizations, she noted, like light poles and glass windows and a manicured park behind the castle walls. Valka broke away to circle around one way with Cloudjumper and Lupin took the other with Whiplash, diving close around where the sea met the cliffs. The briny waters leapt upwards, frothing with fervor as it sprayed them when they got within range. Whiplash shivered off the cool drops, rumbling softly. There were signs of more glass built right into the cliffs, Lupin noticed in shock. Whiplash banked his wings in and they glided in for a closer look. As they passed, Lupin could see signs of a kind of garden within, dark and quiet and empty, before they were zooming past.

She leaned in and Whiplash pumped his wings in response to climb upwards into the air. They met back up with Valka and Cloudjumper as they hovered above the castle structure. Lupin caught glimpses of clean pathways and lovingly cultivated little bits of shrubbery, trees, and grass patches.

Valka exchanged a troubled look with Lupin that only affirmed her own unease with the werewolf's.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess that this is one of those changes the twins were talking about."

"I imagine you'd be right," Valka agreed, casting another cursory glance over the castle. Lupin did much the same, but even with her eyes, she could tell that there wasn't much to see. Not from up here. She turned back to Valka.

"I think we should go down, see what we can see. Maybe there's someone inside."

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As it turned out, there was no one inside, but Lupin's suspicions of modernizations reaching beyond the superficial were confirmed.

The exterior of the castle appeared, by all intents, a medieval relic. Its innards, however, painted a different story. Restoration cranked up to eleven was what sprang to mind the moment they came across what appeared to be a foyer or great hall of some kind. The room was spacious, open-aired, and teemed with contemporary architecture that meshed with the visual aesthetics of the castle's original design and structure.

A pristine glass and crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and modernized light fixtures were bolted to the stone walls. Sliding metal doors separated other rooms, restored tapestries further decorated the walls, antique weaponry and shields were propped everywhere, tasteful rugs were laid out on the floor and the stone flooring was tiled in ways that didn't quite scream "old-fashioned" in Lupin's books.

From the way Valka drank in the sight of it all, she was just as puzzled. She took interest in a pair of crossed swords behind a shield mounted on the wall, her lips pursed thinly and green eyes studious. They looked very old indeed, centuries old. Its hilt and pommel were archaic in design yet rustically artful, although it didn't hold to the smooth design Lupin thought broadswords were supposed to be.

Thank you Hollywood, for skewing my perspective.

"I don't recognize this crest."

Lupin blinked, pulled from her thoughts at Valka's words. She stared dumbly at the woman.

"What?"

Valka turned to look at Lupin. Before long, her gaze strayed to somewhere behind Lupin. She heard Cloudjumper grunt softly as he stalked closer, the click of his claws ringing clearly in the air. Whiplash warbled softly from across the room, where he was inspecting another curiousity.

"This crest. I don't recognize it."

Lupin gazed at the shield and at the crest engraved in its metal hide: a stylized winged serpent of some kind. Perhaps a dragon of some kind?

"Do you generally recognize unknown medieval crests?"

"It wasn't often, but we Vikings would invade the mainland for supplies when they were scarce altogether in the Archipelago. Especially when we were at odds with the dragons and their raids hit us hard." Valka smiled thinly. "We would have done more, if we hadn't been too busy fighting them off. There were others who had more luck in those kinds of endeavors. They weren't hit as often as Berk seemed to be."

"Ah. So, like…you…well, not you specifically but your people, you'd go and ransack some poor shmuck's village and then end up defending your stolen goods from even bigger fire-breathing thieves."

"Well, when you put it like that, you make it sound worse than it was. And we didn't always ransack a town. Sometimes, we'd trade with them, if we had the goods to do so."

"How is stealing from someone a good thing?"

Valka crossed her arms, her head tilting as she regarded Lupin pointedly. "And where, exactly, did you get the coins to trade for all the supplies you took from Thurso?"

Lupin opened her mouth to argue, but then just as promptly, she closed it in sheepish resignation.

"…I have absolutely no answer to that."

"If that's so, then we should continue our search." Valka turned away from the crossed swords and shield, her grip tightening on her shepherd's crook. It rattled ever so gently as the older woman walked, and Cloudjumper was just as attentive to the noise as Whiplash was. The Night Fury perked at the sound, turning his head to follow Valka with his wide green eyes. Lupin trotted after her, the fur on her tail bristling in apprehension.

Something didn't feel right, and it mostly stemmed from why the castle seemed so familiar yet she couldn't place how or why.

She would have remembered visiting or seeing a place like this before, right?

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Lupin wasn't sure if she should have been worried about Valka or not whilst traipsing about inside a modernized castle. There were moments where she believed it would have been best to suggest the older woman to wait with Cloudjumper in the courtyard while Lupin did the search.

She kept talking herself out of saying anything at all, mainly in part to the fact that Valka was a grown woman. Lupin may need to keep an eye on Valka, but that didn't mean she had to micromanage her like a child. It would have been incredibly insulting to her, especially considering she had to learn, adapt, and live with dragons for over twenty years. Surely a little culture shock, a glimpse into a world Lupin was raised into, would pass over easily enough for Valka.

She was only proven right by her theory as Valka herself seemed to downplay her own reactions to everything and anything that jumped out to her as new and shocking. From the office spaces to the atrium, Valka kept her opinion mostly to herself, although on occasion they would come across some artifact and she would comment on it.

When they eventually came to an esoteric office space—spacious and with its desk nestled in the corner beside the bay window, opposite of a series of speakers, buttons, and screens—Lupin decided enough was enough. She marched straight for the desk and began to tug at the drawers, going so far as to rip them completely out and let their contents litter the floor.

Valka watched, completely taken aback at first. Eventually she found her voice and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I am snooping. I thought it was quite obvious, with the way I'm tossing everything around."

"Yes, but for what?"

"I'm…I'm not even sure. A clue, maybe?"

"You believe this place to be from another…another universe."

"Yep. But here's the thing…" Lupin came across a locked drawer and she grinned. Jackpot. With barely any effort, she gave it a tug and it ripped out with a small screaming protest of wood and metal being torn apart. The drawer was chock full of hanging files and inside of those was paperwork galore. "I feel like I know this place. Like from a half-remembered dream somewhere…"

"That's impossible. You can't know of a place you've never been."

"Oh, ye of little faith…I'm sure I can come across something that helps us."

She began flicking through the folders, looking for something solid until she stopped.

She stared.

Her hands shook, her mouth grew cotton dry, she could hear her heart pounding like the beat of a war drum in her temples.

"No…there ain't no fucking way…"

"Lupin?"

Valka was barely prepared for the werewolf as she went barreling on past her and out of the office. She kept up with her, if just barely. Out of the castle proper and into the garden park in the courtyard they flew, and right up into one of the tower keeps they ascended.

All the while, the same mantra kept playing over and over and over again in Lupin's skull, bouncing about off the walls: No fucking way, no fucking way, there is abso-fucking-lutely no fucking way!

The morning sun was feeble yet warm as it spread its warmth down on the world, but all Lupin felt was cold when she came out at the very top of the stone steps at the highest point of the castle. She could see the village of Berk and more if she wanted to enjoy the view and what a view it would have been.

However, she was too busy, too focused, to consider the idea. She took in the sight of the stone statue sitting atop one of the stone blocks facing outboard. It was a hulking behemoth of a gargoyle, the wings curled inward, the tail curled down and around the block it sat upon…

She took a step forward, then she took another. By the third one, she found her voice again, doubt and disbelief still gripping her tight in its vice-like grip.

"There ain't no fucking way…"

Lupin's focus broke when she heard the click of a hammer cocking back and all sound came rushing back: the sound of another's heartbeat, the intake of air, the singing of blood in veins and the heat of another body that most certainly wasn't a dragon's or even Valka's. She could hear the woman still making her trek up the staircase, and she was just about nearing the top.

"Hands up where I can see them."

The werewolf felt a growl building in her chest and she spared a glance over her shoulder. Yet another round of shock rippled down to her core and she found herself turning around completely to stare at the woman behind her. She was slim and fit, with thick jet black hair, sharp and witty brown eyes, her skin a rich tawny beige. And that sporty red jacket coupled with the black sweater and nineties-style jeans…

How could Lupin have been so damned blind and stupid about this place? It took seeing this woman to remind her what this castle was, and who was staring down at her with a nine millimeter pistol pointed straight at her.

It was Castle Wyvern and the woman was Elisa Maza.

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Something was wrong. Valka could sense it about as easily as a dragon could these days, and her age did nothing to deter that. She was as sharp as ever and her intuition was hardly ever wrong. It was simply a fact.

In that moment, her intuition was telling her that something was very wrong. The air felt taut and electrified, like the calm before the storm, or the moment before lightning struck. She could taste it in the air and feel the heat building all around her. Valka adopted a more cautious step to her pace as she continued to make her way up the winding steps that led up to the castle tower. Lupin had been strangely and disturbingly quiet and it didn't bode well. The way she had ran out of that room after her snooping had chilled Valka. Lupin had gone so very pale, like she had witnessed some apparition confronting her before fleeing. It took every ounce of energy she could muster to keep up with the werewolf, and yet, something else still, something deep down, told her that Lupin was much quicker on her feet than that.

The shock must have gotten to her, she reasoned, although it seemed a very lame excuse.

Perhaps she simply kept her pace just slow enough to allow Valka to follow?

Whatever the case may be, she knew where the younger woman was, but that didn't ease her worries at all.

It was only confirmed when she heard someone else, a new voice, bark out an order with the precision of a cracking whip. What the words were, Valka couldn't discern, but the tone was recognizable all the same, and it sounded like a woman of authority.

Valka readied her crook, her grip tightening and her resolve steeled as she padded silently up the last flight. Light spilled across the expanse of an open doorway and Valka glimpsed a sliver of the blue skies before stopping. She had reached the top of the tower. She waited, hearing Lupin's voice pipe up.

"—you got the wrong idea, man—do you even know where you are?"

"I know that I'm going to get answers sooner or later, and I'd rather not have this end badly. So why don't we take it nice and easy—"

A sound like thunder shattered the relative silence. It echoed across the cavernous tunnel Valka was concealed within, making her ears ring something fierce. The worst sprang to mind and Valka felt sick. Her heart beat madly within her chest and she surged across the last few feet to the threshold of the doorway before stopping completely in her tracks.

Lupin was fine. She was standing across from a woman bearing a loud red jacket, blue pants, black shirt and bearing some kind of small weapon in her hands. Whatever it was, it was pointed at the woman, who stared coldly between Lupin and Valka's new arrival. The woman, however, had a brief double take when she laid eyes upon Valka, staring her up and down. Then her shock seemed to settle just as quickly and she regained her composure. She returned her fierce gaze on Lupin, her hands up in the air.

"You don't want to do this. You don't want to shoot a cop."

"You're right, I don't. I don't trust cops, but that don't mean I want to shoot 'em, either." Lupin lifted the weapon and pointed it skyward, looking and sounding completely congenial in her admission. "And you're definitely a long ways from home, in case you haven't done a quick situational look-see."

The werewolf motioned with her freed up hand to around them. The other woman resisted gazing around at first, but eventually cast a quick glance over her shoulder. She seemed to have had it resolved that she would only do one look, but it eventually turned into a gaping, long stare out across the island of Berk.

Or what Berk used to be.

Berk simply wasn't Berk anymore, even to Valka's standards.

The woman stepped away, her initial mission forgotten as she turned on her heel to step closer to the stone blocks and stare out across the way. The wind was strong this high up and it teased at her thick hair without mercy.

Valka took advantage of the woman's distraction, coming to Lupin's side. The werewolf shrugged at Valka as she made her presence known, quietly telling her that she was all right.

"Who is that?"

Lupin faltered and lapsed into silence. The woman turned around, questions smouldering in her eyes as she regarded werewolf and Viking alike with an intensity that Valka had to honestly admire.

"Where am I? What the hell is going on?"

"You're on Berk. It's an island that is a part of the Barbaric Archipelago," Valka answered smoothly, with a practiced ease that surprised even herself. "It is my home, as well as his."

The woman canted her head to the side, clearly confused, before noticing where Valka was staring. The woman whirled on her heel, only to come face-to-face with Cloudjumper. The Stormcutter rasped out a warble as his front wing-limbs clung arduously to the stone edifice of the castle walls. He watched the woman as she reeled away with sharp yellow eyes, tilting his crowned head nearly full rotation. Valka hadn't been expecting Whiplash, but his sudden appearance slinking in to the unaware woman was a welcome addition to her shock. She even caught Lupin sporting a bit of a smirk on her face at the sight.

The Night Fury hissed, showing off his impressive set of teeth, his leathery wings curled into a menacing display as he whipped his tail in agitated arcs. Cloudjumper slinked over to join the Night Fury, a deep rumble building in his barrel chest. The woman huffed out a few breathes, as though trying to force the astonishment out of her body through the action alone.

It was almost disappointing to Valka when Lupin whistled to Whiplash, breaking his concentration. The Night Fury snuffled, his wings dropping, his head raising upwards, his intimidating posture completely and utterly gone as he regarded the werewolf. Valka simply nodded to Cloudjumper and the Stormcutter slithered across to perch himself close to her. The Night Fury did much the same, warbling all the while.

The woman stared, wide-eyed and impressed, as a smile slowly alit her face.

"Dragons. I think I'm ready for that."

Valka puzzled over that statement, as the woman turned to look at the stone statue sitting idly by across from them all.

"I have definitely met my fair share of weird over the last few years. I think dragons are now in my top five, though. Right underneath these guys."

"Oi. You still have a lot to catch up on."

The woman pivoted on her heel to face them again.

"I think you're right, I do," she replied with a nod. The coldness in her eyes had already fled and was replaced by a deep-seated curiousity, a determined need to slake that thirst for answers. She regarded the four of them in turn, her initial fear upon seeing the dragons well and gone now. "I think we might need to wait for that, though, so we can get these guys caught up at the same time. Mind giving me the basics, though?"

Valka turned her gaze on the statues, as did Lupin, when the woman pointed at the statue. Once more, she was puzzled at her statement, frowning.

"You mean the gargoyles." Lupin responded flatly, her ears flicking. Valka didn't miss the flick of the woman's eyes straying to the werewolf's ears atop her head.

"Yes. I mean the gargoyles. We'll have to wait for the sun to set, and I'm guessing it's still pretty early in the day."

Valka exchanged a look with Lupin, a quiet conversation passing between them in the span of only a few seconds. She shrugged at Valka at the end.

"We can afford to wait." Valka conceded at last. Although I'm not entirely sure why, but I suppose we'll have our answers after dark.

She just hoped it would be well worth it, as she watched Lupin return the weapon she most likely took from the woman. The woman, thankfully enough, didn't see fit to turn it on them and simply returned it to a hidden sheath somewhere inside her jacket. She regarded the werewolf for a moment, her curious stare open and earnest as she looked over the ears, the tail, the paws.

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask…what are you?"

"A werewolf. And you're obviously a human, so I won't bother asking you the same."

The woman, to her credit, allowed the waspish remark to slide off her back without a second thought. Instead, she rolled right along and motioned politely to Valka.

"And her?"

"She has a name. It's Valka Haddock. She's a Viking."

"A Viking," the woman repeated incredulously, as she stared over Valka once again. A fleeting smile touched at her lips. "I can actually see it now. I'm Elisa Maza."

"A pleasure," Valka nodded, returning the smile to the woman. "And this is Lupin Ferus."

"Lupin and Valka." She shifted her gaze to the dragons beside them. "And do they have names?"

"This is Cloudjumper," Valka said, reaching a hand up as she sensed the Stormcutter leaning in closer. Her fingers brushed warm scales and she was reassured by that sensation alone. He timbered softly, the vibrations buzzing pleasantly into her hand. Lupin took her cue and laid a hand on Whiplash's skull as she introduced the Night Fury.

With the pleasantries aside, Elisa quickly suggested they convene somewhere else, yet stopped mid-sentence to stare at Lupin. The werewolf's concentration was simply elsewhere, if her rigid and still frame was anything to go by. When Valka glanced over, she saw Whiplash was much the same. They were both staring off in the direction of Berk, even if they couldn't see it in a clear line of sight. Slowly, the fur on Lupin's tail began to bristle and spike. Valka pursed her lips.

"What do you hear, Lupin?"

"Something's going on in the village." She said sotto voce at first. The werewolf glanced over at Valka. "I'll check it out. You can handle Elisa, right?"

"Yes, but Lupin—"

"No time! Gotta fly!"

Without another word, Lupin scrambled up into Whiplash's saddle, her entire frame simply shivering with excitement. The moment she had settled, the Night Fury catapulted himself into the air and charged across the sky toward the village. Valka was already slinking herself up onto Cloudjumper's back herself and she could feel the tension in his frame that he was just as ready to get going. Elisa rushed forward without thought.

"Hey, whoa, wait a minute! What about me? You're not just going to leave me here, are you?"

Valka hesitated, debating it for the first few precious moments before she caved and offered Elisa a hand. "Hurry up, now!"

The woman was quick to take the offer, scrambling up after Valka. Cloudjumper howled as he took the air, his powerful frame getting them airborne. He quickly banked towards Berk, and already she could see the chaos that was breaking out.

Someone was intruding in the village and the dragons were not happy about it.

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Notes: Hooray, we're making fucking progress and characters will now begin to appear in earnest! *cheers* I know, you're probably thinking, "FINALLY, Shay-Shay, god you're so slow!" I like build-up, sue me. Oh wait, please don't. I was joking.

Anyway, moving on! I've also been fleshing out Chimera Dynamics more these days and perhaps when I've fine-tuned everything, I'll release some info tidbits about the company and some of its innards as well as its employees. The first "soundtrack" in a series of several for Crash will soon be posted on 8tracks and linked to the blog. :D More art and works-in-progress shots are being posted, and if anyone would like to ask general character questions or headcanon thoughts, please feel free to forward them through the blog!

I'd love to hear thoughts over there too! :D