THE POWER OF SLOT GACOR IBLBET 2023's Story

Belle's attention was broken from her curious encounter with one more curious. Surrounded by more of the strange little squirrel-like creatures, with painted faces and armed with crude weapons! One poking her, though it didn't hurt. Her ears twitched when they began to make very purposeful sounds that became gradually more familiar. She actually began to understand them, wiggling her fingers as they seemed in awe of them.

As much as they had all attention on her, she had full attention on them, shifting her gaze between each of them as they moved and chattered among themselves. They were little like the smart beings at the facility, at least physically, but they had the ability to speak and make tools, to express emotion and communicate in complex motions and expressions not too unlike them... and her. She felt kinship with them.

The apparent leader clearly said to follow him. After the group left, and before she too would follow, she took one last look at Adapa and Treda, who didn't even flinch during the whole encounter. She raised a brow in momentary disbelief, was this some kind of strange ritual? She shrugged, and then got back down on all fours and followed the hunting party, catching up with them and matching their pace.

As she followed a slight physical change began to occur without even her conscious intention. It is said that some creatures had developed mimicry as a means of survival, to deceive predators, or as a lure by predators. For Belle, it was something else entirely. As she followed these xamoyoadapises, a rippling wave ran across her fur, followed by another, her shape, but not patterns, changing bit-by-bit to resemble them, even her tail began to resemble theirs as it began to have fur, but the black and white pattern made it resemble more closely to a ringtail lemur.

A lone figure walks toward the events. Draped in vines, the whirr and whine of servomotors that control his joints making small noises as he trudges his way to the crowds, seemingly unnoticed. The shine of metal off of his exposed chassis glints in the light, very slightly rusted in parts. He raises one hand in greeting, the other holding a decently sized energy rifle, and says, through the speakers mounted to his head and chest, "Gr-Greetingszzzz." The slight sizzle of static evident in his voice, a synthetic, slightly monotone affair, he continues. "I sure hope that I'm nottttt... Interrupting anything." His voice slows as he decides the best thing to say. "I sure.... hope that any of you.... speak Common." He, almost nervously, if such can be said of a robot, as now it is obvious he is, scrapes green plant matter off of his 'chest'. "I fear.... that I am.... lost. I had to walk a..... while... to get here." He tilts his head slightly to the left, and the cameras mounted where eyes would be focus as he looks more closely at the strange spectacle before him. He switches through settings. Light-sensitive, thermal, infrared, and then settles back at thermal. There were maybe eleven... things, he supposes, in front of him. One that looked like a turtle, and vaguely familiar. The others looked like... squirrels. Squirrels with stone-age weapons. Odd. He searches his database for something familiar, but finds nothing. He takes a step backwards, just in case something does happen, as these creatures appeared agitated, at best. He doubts these large... squirrels could damage his hardened chassis, but that turtle-looking creature could cause some damage. The weapons could also cause some damage to his more sensitive bits, like the cameras. "I... come in peace." He says.