Zuckerman promptly bursts up, bellowing, "WHAT THE s**t DO YOU THINKING YOU'RE SHOVELING SON?!"
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:21 am
He had been asleep.
Keyword - HAD.
<WHAT?! I WAS SLEEPING!> The Dragon's eyes shot wide open and he gave an insolent, annoyed roar - loud and pissy.
Dragon Tantrum in 3...2...1...
Tearing the soil to pieces where he lay in the made attempt to scramble up to his feet, the Obsidian Dragon stomped and huffed and generally made a huge fuss and fit as it was roused far too early from his slumber.
<STUPID BIRD! I DON'T CARE! I WAS ASLEEP! LEAVE THE MEAN HUMAN ALONE - IF HE'S DEAD IT'S NOT OUR FAULT!> Tail slammed the ground in annoyance several times. He was making a racket and was probably a horrifying sight for any of the guests or staff who weren't aware of Tavast's file.
There was a do-no-disturb warning on there for a reason - when woken early Tavast was worse than a two-year-old with a toothache.
But - as soon as the tantrum had begun, it subsided, and the Dragon again curled into the large divot it had made in the soil, laying its head down on the ground again.
<Stupid, stupid bird... I was asleep...> Was all he whined.
OnionGrump
This is why you let sleeping Dragons lie >.>;
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Dragons make the best alarm clocks!
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Oh hey, pissed off Giant Lizard.
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Name: Tavast Species: Obsidian Dragon Park Location: Monster Mountain Physical Description: He looks pretty much like this: DRAGON! He's about 15 feet tall from ground to horn tip. Wing span is about 30 feet, and is about 20 feet from snout to tail. Brief Character Profile: Tavast is a very laid back - if curious dragon. Though honestly, he's more likely going to spend his time sunning himself near the crater lake or singing to the stones to build himself a proper den. He has more interest in other creatures than humans however, but will watch humans from a distance as long as they don't approach.
Kip let out a startled squawk, falling over backwards in an attempt to scramble away from the now, very wide awake, Zuckerman.
:TAVAST SHOVED THE SUN'S s**t!: He mentally screeched back. But all Zuckerman would hear was more shrieks and squawks.
Clearly Kip was confused at what Zuckerman was even yelling about and was blaming the obsidian dragon because of it. Who, unfortunately for him, was now also awake. Which was amazing really. Kip didn't think he would hear him over that snoring. Regardless, with ruffled feathers, the harpy, who had already begun retreating, quickly made a u-turn and ran back away from the enraged dragon. Only to stop when he realized he was running right back to Zuckerman and ended up going in circles.
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Name: Kipper "Kip" Species: Harpy ( male ) Physical Description: here Brief Character Profile: A s**t disturber. Kip loves to piss off/pester/annoy both creatures and humans alike and will do it in whatever way he can. Whether its swooping down at them, sitting perched on their backs, clawing them, and more, he'll do it.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:33 am
"IF THIS IS SOME SORT OF BIRD-DRAGON MATING RITUAL YOU LITTLE SHITS NEED TO QUIT IT BEFORE I HIT IT!" This likely sounded better in his head.
Tavast had never felt so unclean in his life. Really? Really? WITH THE BIRD?
That was just insulting! But Zuckerman had the ability to make him really, really hurt, so instead of bristling and charging the human for the slight.
Tavast just flopped over and laid there, depressed as all could be.
<Good job, Kip...> The dragon snorted. <You just HAD to see if he was dead... GREAT JOB!>
Hissing at the Harpy, he closed his eyes again and pretend to be asleep so Zuckerman would leave.
OnionGrump
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 12:51 am
Meanwhile, the words had gone right over his head. But it sounded bad and had Kip continue still running around in circles while screeching.
:I DON'T WANT IT I DON'T WANT IT!:
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Name: Kipper "Kip" Species: Harpy ( male ) Physical Description: here Brief Character Profile: A s**t disturber. Kip loves to piss off/pester/annoy both creatures and humans alike and will do it in whatever way he can. Whether its swooping down at them, sitting perched on their backs, clawing them, and more, he'll do it.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 1:00 am
Kiera, as Neala was quick to observe, was leaning against the nearest wall-like structure, sipping from her water bottle. The creatures of Monster Mountain were still something of her babies as a lab tech, but frankly she liked being a bit away from the main group to catch her breath; she had never been good with handling too many at once for too long. At least a couple of them really did look like they were enjoying themselves, though Zuckerman's yelling did a great job of souring that brief moment of quiet time.
"Tavast, oy! Down," she reprimanded, repressing a smile at the large dragon's antics as she offered her security partner a drink. "Be nice, we have guests watching." Or don't be; entertainment like this didn't always make itself.
She cupped her mouth with a hand to address the group. "When you're ready, let me know and we'll be shoving off to Faerie Forest next."
[ again feel free to exit at your leisure to the next area; you don't have to post in the car unless you guys want to strike up a conversation on the way over; you may also vote to go to different area if you wish! ]
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 2:54 am
Fluffy happily obliged to all the scritches and petting and general affection. Because certain, even a giant beast could enjoy a good massage of sorts. Someone helping with an itch or two also wasn't to be turned down. And Zuckerman seemed ok with it(because Fluffy didn't realize he was asleep.)
This went on nice and flawlessly... until Zuckerman suddenly screamed something out loudly and practically made the Cerberus jump out of his fur. A sharp yip escaped the mutt as she bounced up from his crouched position on the ground and went bounding in the opposite direction of the security officer. Straight for the woods Caesar had been seeking refuge in most of the day.
[Didn't. Do. It. Nonononononono!]
Didn't bother to listen to what he said or why. He just wanted no part in it. Sadly, that meant petting time was over. Fluffy wasn't coming out of his hiding spot for a while.
On his way to said forest, Kip may or may not have been run over by the canine that wasn't looking where it was going. It was just going. Fast. Away from the humans. And potentially angry dragon. So there might have been some harpy roadkill involved. It really came down to how good Kip was at avoiding charging and terrified cerberus paths. Sooo how good was he?
Myoukin
Sorry I'm slow. But alas doggy is gone. You can blame security.
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Zuckerman, the leading cause of all things potentially getting Cerberus trampled in the far future if he had a chance to grow up.
OnionGrump
Dodge Kip. Dodge. Or not.
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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.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:46 am
A soft chirping sound erupted from Zuckerman's pocket, interrupting a very likely tirade. "Yeah....yeah, got it taken care of. Yeah....I told you not to call me d**k, and here you just called me d**k....well I don't think it;s cute. I think it;s you giving me s**t and that's not something I'll be taking, we clear? Good...yeah, I'll get down and check it out." Pocketing the walkie-talkie, Zuckerman turned to the remaining creatures to give them his typical style of fond farewell before jogging off in the direction of the staff building.
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 4:03 am
The Dragon snorted and gave the mental equivalent of the bird to Zuckerman as he ran off. He burrowed himself more into the dirt, too tired to move back to his den and sleep properly against the stone.
He desired so much to eat Zuckerman though - and he made a mental note that if he ever got the chance to - it would so be worth the pain afterward.
Oh s**t oh no. She was on the car- it was a trained trick, but she'd had experience of them thinking it was otherwise. Best to get off the vehicle, get away from misconduct. Who had it been this time? Who had disobeyed?
A flap of her wings and she shot to Argos' side, curling up with him protectively. They weren't doing any harm. She was a good dragon. Banshee was a good dragon. She tucked her head under Argos' trying to hide it from the keepers. Good dragon, good dragon. If she was good there was a 98 chance she'd be okay. Yes.
Another machine came forward, Banshee watched it unsteadily. Banshee glared up at Kip, hoping he'd- for once in his little life- shut up and stay still. This Zuckerman fellow was unstable; Banshee didn't like the way he was shouting and making angry faces. In her past experience, that usually meant something bad was going to happen. She watched the entire ordeal with glassy, fearful eyes, unsteady and fretting.
After a while, the man answered his pocket (which Banshee also found somewhat strange), and left the group as it was. The frost wyrm immediately relaxed as he departed, placing her head on Argos' back gently, soft mist hissing against his red scales. Still, there were no sudden movements. There was a 50% chance he'd return. < Is everyone okay? >
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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.
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U OK??
Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 9:01 am
Fluffy wasn't exactly coming out of his corner, that burst of running took a lot of his energy. What with eating that drugged meat and all earlier, but he did blearily look out from behind a tree he'd taken cover with. [Guard's gone?] He inquired before venturing out a step toward the the group again, oblivious to the fact if he'd run over the harpy or not. He just didn't want to get hurt and sent ot he labs and all the bad and...
Well his head was still hung low and submissive as before, but as least he didn't seem quite as shaken with Zuckerman gone to whatever it was he needed to do.
[He didn't hurt anyone this time?] It seemed those people always hurt them.
chimarii
He's unhappy but alive yup.
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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.
<No, but I think he wanted to kill Kip... As did I.> The Obsidian Dragon grumped at Fluffy and the Frost Wyrm. <He woke both me and the Human up...>
Yeah, he wasn't gonna let that one go.
<I don't know if he is coming back - but I wish he'd taken the rest of these humans with him... I'm tired but I am in no mood to move...>
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:03 pm
Suddenly, the sound of whirring ATV tires crunching up the dirt road of the staff-side entrance indicated to those creatures with better hearing of something amiss. There were only a few minutes to register this as the Handlers that still stood around diligently all became tense and especially whispery.
A long shadow reached the pen, reaching out to a very little man who crossed his arms and glowered in disappointment.
"I heard there was a little trouble today." Dr. Moore stepped toward the observation wall of the pen, shaking his head and cleaning his glasses. "This was a very important day, I'm sure all you creatures know." He replaced them and frowned up at each creature's face. He knew them all, had been present for each of their births, observed and documented as they were given to their handlers... his little family. "Each and every one of you is a miracle of existence. A miracle you can credit to me. And even if it has to be drilled into each of your little peanut monster brains, you will remember that."
He turned to the handlers present. "I want each of them to go through their routines." He didn't seem to care if any of the tourists were still lurking. This was a problem that had to be resolved. Show the potential investors they ran a tight ship. "If they fail, up their sed-dosage. Now, kids, I want to see a good show!" He grinned back at the creatures before giving a little round of applause.
"Oh, that reminds me," He suddenly riffled in his pockets before finding a small, remote control like device in a dark metal etched in glowing symbols with only a dial and a single button in the middle. "I started development on this new device for Mr. Wickett's team. It's tentatively called the Fear-Disruptor." He pulled a pair of dark gloves woven from some strange metallic fabric, more of which could be seen in a vest under his sweater. "Let's see how it tests out! We'll make it a little game... it'll be fun!"
OOC
Spotlight is now on you, Monsters! Rules:
You have FIVE CHANCES to do your trick right! Please number what try you are on! No deleting posts. If you forget to roll, etc, just edit in 'oops!' or something and roll again properly. Your monster should have a performing 'move' your handlers have trained you to do for the crowd. Make something up that showcases your creature! Dice will decide how successful you are, under the circumstances.
Roll 1d10: (a single 10-sided dice) If you get: 1-5: Perhaps you are tired from such a big day. Perhaps you never really practiced to begin with. However it happens, you fail and fail big time. The result of which, Dr. Moore twists the dial on his device and presses the button while aiming it directly at you. Immediately, you feel an excruciating pain through your body, like your atoms are trying to jump apart. It lasts only for a few moments, but packs enough punch to make it's point. For every time you fail, the dial is turned up just a bit more. 6-8: Cecil debates for a moment, his hand hovering over the button on his device, but he is feeling merciful. "Do it again." He instructs as his only warning. Any attempts of not trying again, results in a short jolt. 9-10: You did it!! Enjoy a well-earned biscuit.
IF YOU SUCCEED: 1st try: No repercussions, revel in the feeling of a job well done! You are free to go back to your usual business. 2nd try: You might have fumbled, but you managed to save yourself! Return to your usual business. 3rd Try: You may have finally passed, but it's clear Dr. Moore is not pleased. You know your handlers will be more strict than usual after today's fiasco and must live with that dread. 4rth try: The handlers feel bad about how many times you appear to be electrocuted, and help you out by upping your sedation medication a little bit before releasing you for your usual biz. 5th try: There is no biscuit for you, only stern looks and disappointment, a fresh reminding jolt of pain, and frowns. Impending doom and a little more sedation meds are in your immediate future. Receive your medication ICly and return to usual business.
IF YOU FAIL ALL 5 TRIES:
While you are still recovering from your attempts, a Handler steps in and gives you a fresh dose of sedation drugs. You are either unconscious, or exceptionally docile and a little loopy for 2 OOC hours from your IC post where this happens. (about a half hour ICly)
Once everyone has gone through with his demands, Cecil seems appeased and leaves the handlers to clean up the mess. If you have questions, they fall on deaf ears- the creatures cannot talk to humans, after all.
(If you have any questions, quote Bilious in the Q&A!)
Name: Cecil Moore Rank: Head of Creature Creation. Status: Pissed off boss.
Tavast actually let out a vocal whine when the good doctor showed up, no, no no... This was BAD.
Now he was going to have to do his trick!
Gathering up the largest pieces of stone he could find, he started to "sing" Which was more like a chorus of lions roaring than anything, as he started to sculpt the rock with his claws...
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