OWL - The Occult Wildlife Landing

When collapsing, the entire vehicle seems to develop tiny cracks that widen until they become silvery gray lines (like Momo's Stash gift). Each segment folds into the line it branched from, repeating until they leave only the center bag. (between the seat and 'black box'), which becomes a backpack. This happens in reverse when the vehicle unfolds from the backpack form. (the center bag/backpack contains whatever has been put into it in either form)

When going into aquatic mode, the same sort of lines unfold around the gaps between the hardshell roof (called a Slingshade) and the body of the vehicle. The lines connect and a glasslike (equivalent to borosilicate glass) bubble layer forms between them, then the lines fold back leaving the vehicle sealed against the water. Each tire also becomes that sort of fractal line, reconfiguring into a paddlewheel shape instead. When going back to land mode, the formerly solid bubble pops and vanishes, as if it was a soap bubble. Additionally, the gaps in the paddle wheels fill in with fractal lines until they become tires again.

The independent mind of the vehicle functionally replaces the computer and communicates via visual readouts inside the vehicle, as well as broadcast transmissions. It receives voice commands and gives information relevant to the owner. It has access to everything about the rest of the artifact, being able to use the cameras as eyes, adjust suspension height, change the light configuration, and so on.

When upgraded or modified, the fractal patterns reach out momentarily to the new piece(s) and incorporate those into the whole.

The Mech stands at an imposing 15 feet tall. Its frame is bulky and heavily armored, designed to withstand significant damage. The Mech’s hands are posable, with strong, articulated fingers capable of gripping and manipulating objects. The flamethrower and rifle are mounted on the arms, integrated perfectly into the design. Though the Mech is slower than other vehicles, its movements are deliberate and powerful, allowing for balance with its bulky frame. When the Mech moves on its own, it displays a degree of autonomy and intelligence. It can navigate and take actions independently, demonstrating a mix of precision and strategy.

In its collapsed state, this Artifact takes the form of a large, intricate necklace. The necklace is composed of interlocking metal segments with a sleek, modern design, featuring subtle engravings and etchings. Upon activation, the necklace begins to unfold rapidly. The interlocking segments detach and expand, pieces shifting and rotating into place with a series of precise mechanical movements. This process takes just a few seconds, accompanied by a series of clicks and whirs.

Your fursuit isn’t clothing.
It isn’t armor.
It’s a living body — a second skin of synthetic fur, reinforced hide, and hidden machinery —
grown around you like a biological exoskeleton.

The bulk of it — the Gio frame — forms a core spine inside the fursuit, housing motors, servos, compressed air bladders, and liquid muscle that flexes with your movements.
It wraps around your arms, legs, chest, and back — internal, not external — powering every lunge, every sprint, every leap.

You don’t sit on the machine.
You don’t ride it.
You and it are the same creature.

The fursuit’s paws hide motorized wheels and amphibious drive systems beneath their pads —
letting you run across the land faster than any natural beast,
or dive into water and slice through it like an apex predator,
all while still moving on your own legs.

When you act,
the machine doesn’t respond to commands.
It responds to instincts.

You feel the buzz of artificial muscles tightening under the fake fur, the flex of reinforced ankles pushing you faster, the brief pressure release as internal air systems adjust to keep you balanced at any speed.

When you Roar, when you Track, when you Hunt —
it’s not a fursuit and a machine and a human.
It’s one body, one will, one wolf.

If you abandon it, it doesn’t just shut down —
it withers like a starved beast, curling into itself and dying, because without your soul driving it, it cannot survive.

Yessir! This is my horse! She's been with me since the very beginning. For some reason my Nightmare here just cannot be quite! No matter what I do to the muffler, she just has to let everyone know we're here. That's ok though, makes for a great entrance.

And y'know the best part? Y'Don't have to pay for parking'! Watch this! 'Come here girl!' (claps hands twice in quickly, and it shrinks down and lands in his hands.) I can make you one too! If you got the soul of a loyal steed laying around somewhere! And it'll come in any color you want, as long as it's black.

The bike looks unusually high tech and is unusually quite for it's appearance. It's only color is black. The windshield has been reinforced and is powered by a small, nuclear reactor. The kickstand has been reinforced to better operate the wench above the rear tire.

Accelerating to top speed leaves behind a trail of black flame that quickly disappears.

The airship of solitude is the mad scientist's lair and preferred mode of travel. Not only does it include a full science laboratory, it can be collapsed into an incredibly small canvas cube and easily transported. The mad scientist may pilot the ship alone or rely on its autopilot features for ultimate convenience.