Caesar finally struggled to his feet. This was his last chance. Would it even matter if he got his routine right?
The bigfoot started his shuffle but it never quite got to a dance. He did a sassy walk though!
Unfortunately, as his last chance (and not a great one) he was forced to take a big pill before finding a tree to hide behind and doze.
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Gemma whimpered, the sound surprisingly wan and pitiful for such a large creature. She knew the trick - rear up on her hind legs, roar, and then stand statue-still for a good thirty heartbeats. But it was so hard.
She gave it a try, though, rising up and opening her mouth, but she couldn't quite hold the pose long enough. Her paws hit the ground after only twenty heartbeats. Her pleading look was to no avail. Not good enough.
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Name: Gemma Species: Gargoyle Physical Description: A big stone gargoyle, solidly built, with dark gold eyes and moss/lichen 'hair'. Has wings far too small to realistically support flight. Also horns and a stubby tail. Brief Character Profile: Big lumbering, and clumsy, but with a sweet and gentle soul. She is loud and boisterous and finds standing perfectly still, as most gargoyles must, to be a bit of a chore. Direct sunlight fries her brain somewhat.
Algie had been taking notes. He'd been silently observing some of the less rowdy dragons, the ones sunning themselves. It was all too amazing and though he wanted to touch the creatures, pet them, something... he was too afraid of being mauled.
Especially after seeing that other SUV.
The arrival of a rather official looking group of employees seemed to mark their group's leaving. The writer headed for the turck just to see the first few monsters brutally shocked.. tortured?
He wasn't sure how he felt about that. "Yes.. Faerie Forest sounds... calmer."
[EXIT to Faerie Forest ]
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Guest Name: Algie Mixlin Guest Profession: Comic Writer - Lecturer - Professor Group: Mermaid Physical Description: Fifties, salt and pepper neatly cut hair, he's a sort of tired-scruffy version of handsome. He dresses like a typical english professor type... sweaters, button up shirts, scarves, etc. Brief Character Profile: Algie become known for writing what are now known as 'classic' comics. Edgy politically fueled hero stories which changed the way many looked at the hero complex. He was never fond of the spotlight (not like theres much in comics) and has continued to live, almost hermit like, in a small village that is his home town. He doesn't write many comics anymore (a few small things here and there), instead often guest lectures at universities and teaches writing. He rarely makes appearances or signings and has denied connection to any movies or shows made of his works. (( Think Alan Moore-esque))
Once more, then - her tiny wings flapped futilely at the air as Gemma reared and tried to lock herself into place. She counted heartbeats, nearly losing count several times- and then a flung biscuit relieved her of her duty. She caught the biscuit in her massive jaws and chewed it up, dropping to her paws again with an earth-shaking thud and a long sigh of relief. Phew.
She was a Good Girl.
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Name: Gemma Species: Gargoyle Physical Description: A big stone gargoyle, solidly built, with dark gold eyes and moss/lichen 'hair'. Has wings far too small to realistically support flight. Also horns and a stubby tail. Brief Character Profile: Big lumbering, and clumsy, but with a sweet and gentle soul. She is loud and boisterous and finds standing perfectly still, as most gargoyles must, to be a bit of a chore. Direct sunlight fries her brain somewhat.
Banshee's eyes widened at Mr. Moore entered the scene. Tricks. Do tricks? Shocks?
She was a ball of confusion.
All she knew was that there was a treat dangling inches from her, and she wanted it. Treats!
With a mighty roar, she produced a slender beam of cyan fire, cold to the touch but pleasing to the eye. Her chest beamed a little brighter with the flames licking a nearby rock, freezing it upon contact. Small snowflake crystal crept up the slender sides of the rock, little fingerprints of Banshee's creation.
Excitement glittered in her eyes as she waited expectantly for her treat, but none was given. The man didn't seemed pleased with her. Instead he asked for a repetition. Well ... it wasn't a bad response.
[ Tries: 1/5 ]
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
This time, Banshee blew the rock with a fiery fervor, eager to please her masters. As much as she tried to deny it, Banshee was very much in love with her trainers. It was as the scientist had said; he'd been there since her birth. All of them had. She was very much like a large dog to their every command.
This time he seemed to approve. There was no pain, only duty.
It didn't stop her from flying away as quickly as possible.
[ Tries: 2/5 - done! ]
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Name: Banshee (given her to by keepers without ... consideration ...) Species:Frost Wyrm like black skeletal icy dragon thing idk ;_; <3 Physical Description: She's kept in half humanoid most of the time. Currently in dragon form, as picture above. Half humanoid: Black hair dip dyed blue. It's straight and drapes in front of her face something like this. She's mostly skeletal with a glowy blue core, glowy blue eyes- its a deep saturated blue. Outfit is something like this w/ blue/black color scheme. Black skin with skeletal parts. Horns, wings- dragon-y stuff. Also has a foggy fog emitting from her body just to add to general ~spookiness~. When she's not half-humanoid, she's a frost wyrm, as pictured above. Brief Character Profile: Banshee has a very strong sense of justice. She's very calculated, often thinking in percents and proportions. She has a really strong sense of what's right and what's wrong she is the law. She's relatively friendly, but can be somewhat stagnant to interact with. She likes technology and other things she can take apart and put back together. Has a hard time breaking out of her shell, but not neccessarily unfriendly. A speaks-when-spoken-to sort of person.
"I agree, Algie. It has gotten rather noisy here, hasn't it?" Adam could hear the noise over his headphones. Granted, all he listened to was pink noise, but in general, it was effective for drowning out unwanted noise.
When they came in, there were sirens. Then, there was the harpy. Now, there was whatever strange scene he saw as he was leaving. He was not sure what was going on. He thought it looked like the creatures were performing like dolphins or trained seals, but unlike them, they didn't look happy. Whatever it was, it left a bad feeling in the pit in his stomach.
(Exit.)
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 8:02 pm
Wayra sat there, smiling and scratching the giant creature that seemed to be loving every minute of it. A snore made her jump, realizing the man that'd been sitting on the ruins of the jeep had been sleeping. At least she now knew why she'd been ignored. Returning her attention to the creature in her lap, she was soon startled once again by the same man yelling. This proved to scare the creature that she'd been petting, causing it to dart into the woods away from her. Before she could lament the loss of her companion, their guide sent up the signal that they were leaving. "Aww, I wanted to play with the giant dog more." Reluctantly, she got into the SUV to head to the next area.
As the door to the jeep shut, another vehicle pulled up. A group of people came out and started gathering all the creatures. As the SUV pulled away from the site, she stared with wide eyes as the creatures started doing tricks, only to fall to the ground writhing when one man pointed something at them, the giant dog she'd been playing with included.
"Are they... torturing them?" Wayra gasped in horror, more to herself than anyone.
[Exiting to Faerie Forest]
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And the bleeding hearts began to pour. Kiera repressed a sigh as the more rowdy specimens had to be tamed again. She wasn't a fan of the method, but it proved the most efficient. It didn't really harm the creatures, just stunned at the worst, though she imagined all it took was one look at the prongs to really get the humanitarians in some of them going.
With another swig of her water bottle, she clapped a few times at the various tricks (they deserved praise after all) before heading back to the SUV.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 9:46 pm
Pleased to discover they were moving on to the next location, Neala pushed away from the wall here and Kiera were leaning against. This place was getting a little too exciting for her liking, and with the others wanting to move on, all th better. The question Wayra went unanswered as she followed her partner back to the SUV.
Caesar rolled over, drooling a bit, at the base of the tree where he was sitting. The bigfoot scratched his butt a little as his sedative wore off. With a drowsy blink he scootched up a bit, shifted, and let out a rip of a fart.
Looks like someone was waking up. Precious bby.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 9:04 am
Fluffy had eaten his treat after a while, sort of dozing away the aching due to the pill he'd gotten along with it. He was starting to feel a tiny bit better after a while, but he'd had time to think between dropping in and out of sleep while flopping in his spot.
He had come to one conclusion.
Just don't go near the humans. Not at all. He had thought avoiding hurting them meant no punishment, but apparently they were as cantankerous as a dragon with worse weapons. So just staying well away and out of sight of them was better. He'd hide in his corner and enjoy solitude. Forget treats. It wasn't worth the risk. So there he sat, mourning the fact he'd had some painful reminders that humans were bad and cruel for no reason at all.
Yep. Fluffy was in a bad mood and was just going to growl and grumble at just about anyone or anything who approached him at the moment. He was of the mind that being left alone was good. Less hurting.
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Name: Fluffy Species: Cerberus Physical Description: Large wild looking black dog. On all fours comes to around the shoulder height of an average to tall height of a man. Built like a truck. Singled headed and perhaps a bit small for his species, but that makes him more 'manageable' for staff. Brief Character Profile: Doesn't care much about anything as long as you don't take what's his. If you try, expect that guard dog nature of his to kick in. He's very 'chill' and domesticated. Not really mean, just sort of aloof at times.
Tricks? They had to do tricks now? Bubbles wasn't really one to do tricks really. There wasn't a whole lot that a gelatinous cube could do. But! It was hungry. It was always hungry. Uh... what was it supposed to do again? It got distracted with the prospect of food and just stood there, jiggling.
If a cube could drool, it might have done just that. But, thankfully, Bubbles did remember what it was supposed to do. The trick the cube performed was simply to flatten itself out very thin. It went from a ten foot tall cube to a one foot tall... thing that stretched out a large amount of feet. It then suddenly sprang back together, popping up off the ground a decent height before coming back with a splat.
Anticipation with squash and stretch. It could show these things off very well.
When the biscuit was tossed to it, Bubbles oozed over and quickly took it in. The biscuit now floated in the middle of its jelly, where it was slowly disintegrating.
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Lydia had remained seated on the ground, ignoring all others except to give small smiles and patient nods to those who spoke to her while she did her work. Beyond that she was furiously scribbling down notes, not even becoming alarmed when the big foot slowly approached her, taking the bait that she had set out for him, and eating one small morsol.
Success!
And then he appeared to be trying to communicate with her in some way, by jamming a finger up his nose. Lydia found herself smiling broadly, but making no attempts to further contact with the large beast. She wanted to witness his behaviour without any human influence....though considering he was being contained by humans she supposed that would be rather impossible to do. Still, she would take what she could get, and eventually she rose to her feet, slowly, and turned to leave when the others from her group appeared ready to do so, taking off her glasses and sticking them back on top of her head.
Everything else that happened....well, it was probably for the best that Lydia just didn't see any of it.
((Exiting))
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Guest Name: Lydia Stiles Guest Profession:Crazy person Cryptozoologist Descript: Smalle, willowy, lots of fly away, frizzy light brown hair that is tied back in a very messy ponytail. She is wearing this t-shirt, short torn off and worn out jeans, hiking boots, and is carrying a tan canvas bag which is filled with who knows what (definitely a ziplock of boogers). She appears to be in her mid to late thirties.
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