The Balladeer's dreams often involve about this many bodies, but the settings aren't quite as varied.
"Yep!" He leaps right into Mako's story, tapping the radio still at his hip. "We're gonna go deal with that, you stay here and take care of this crime scene." By dream logic, the two cops here are obviously the only ones in the entire city capable of investigating things. It makes sense! Not that he's waiting for permission anyway - he immediately turns on his heel and starts away, without checking to see if Mako's following.
"We only have one car!" the other cop calls behind him.
The Balladeer shrugs. "I don't know how to drive anyway," he confides. "Not a lot of call for it - "
The world shifts, and suddenly they're no longer standing in front of a dead man's house. They're sitting at the controls of some kind of craft; out the glass in front of them, there's only the blackness of space and the occasional star. Startled, the Balladeer leans back, taking his hands from his portion of the controls. "Oh, that's - new."
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"Yep!" He leaps right into Mako's story, tapping the radio still at his hip. "We're gonna go deal with that, you stay here and take care of this crime scene." By dream logic, the two cops here are obviously the only ones in the entire city capable of investigating things. It makes sense! Not that he's waiting for permission anyway - he immediately turns on his heel and starts away, without checking to see if Mako's following.
"We only have one car!" the other cop calls behind him.
The Balladeer shrugs. "I don't know how to drive anyway," he confides. "Not a lot of call for it - "
The world shifts, and suddenly they're no longer standing in front of a dead man's house. They're sitting at the controls of some kind of craft; out the glass in front of them, there's only the blackness of space and the occasional star. Startled, the Balladeer leans back, taking his hands from his portion of the controls. "Oh, that's - new."