"So you guys haven't yet created a creature as messed up as this yet," Angeal quips as he slides down a small hill, snow mildly melted in the trail he leaves. It'll freeze back up soon enough in this miserable weather. "Well, I guess that's a good thing in its own right."

Ugh... He huffs out a small breath of fire as they get close. "Wish it wasn't blowing like this... I could sniff 'em out if not for all this snow around." As it is, the bad weather is making it difficult for him to do any tracking. "I don't think they've cleared up all of the shrapnel around here. I don't really need to tell you to be careful, but I will anyway." As a show of care, if nothing else.

"If you were a squirming brain moved by tentacles, where would you hide?"