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September couldn't say that he had any one particular zone he favored above the rest in the park, but if there was one that set him on edge, it was Monster Mountain. They had pushed all of their scaled creatures into this zone; dragons and harpies and hungering little frost wyrms. The danger level here was that of any other area; mermaids at the coast could pull someone under the waves, and a murder in the woods - well that was just a textbook fairytale gone wrong waiting to happen.

He couldn't necessarily say that he disliked his job. A part of him was fascinated by the constant flow of impossible creatures around him. But he grew up living in between humans and wild beasts, seeing their raw strength and the way that cages never quite worked out in the end. What is wild must stay wild, someone had said to him once. To tame it is to get yourself killed.

"Tobias!"

He inhaled the sharp, crisp mountain air after calling out after the other, though the last syllables seemed to lace together in near surprise and protectiveness. After all, that massive cerberus bolting towards them looking as though it could eat them for dinner? Not funny. He side-stepped in front of the other and nearly caught the brunt of the canines force as it met a surprise wall in its path. It was nearly instinct; animals were his division. Tobias's safety - whether or not he was the supposed security here, was his as well in a selfish way that he wouldn't ever admit out loud in fear of scaring the other man off. "You," September sighed out at the monster, "are going to be a very good cerberus for me today, aren't you."

To prove his point, he revealed a small treat (really just one of the special pellets they fed them every day), tossing it to Fluffy with a practiced flick of his wrist. Whistling gently, he straightened up, a lanky boy half-guarding a man that looked twice his strength from an over-sized dog.

"So," He turned his eyes to Tobias, allowing his body to arch sideways so that he could grin at the other. "Tell me, what will you show your little tourist group first? Dragons, harpies, flying wolves?" Once he was nearly certain that the cerberus wouldn't do anything dangerous, he moved to circle Tobias in long, careless steps. "I'm unassigned, so I can play our game however I want. But you - you have to sell fun. With your partner of the day - who are you assigned to by the way?" He made the words come off light, but there was something in his eyes that said he thought that this misadventure of theirs would be anything but.

Stressful, tiring, full of impossible-to-predict mistakes. The list went on, and fun was not part of it.

Sighing theatrically, he turned his head back to where they had come from. "Passengers should be arriving by now. All - how many were there? - thirty four of them." Liabilities, a part of his mind supplied unhelpfully. Grinning lopsidedly, he spread his arms to Tobias, even though he still kept a part of his train of thought on the creatures in the backdrop; the dragons and their play toys, and all of the wild creatures in between. "So tell me, how will you woo them? We have a few minutes before we have to meet them, and your partner hasn't even had the grace to make an appearance."

He dropped his hands and smiled at the other, the wind tousling his hair even further, if that sort of thing was possible.

"Shall you sell me the idea of fun?"

Gods knew he could steal a few minutes more.

The berries falling on his head made Caesar once more chuckle with a deep, "Huh..huh.." and a shake of his shoulders. He picked the tiny morsels from his head and stuffed them in his mouth while continuing to watch the bickering.

At least until the handlers arrived.

Humans. The bigfoot's smile stretched awkwardly again. Handlers meant food.. something more substantial than berries. Caesar loped near them, hiding momentarily behind a tree to peak out. Were they here for feeding?

Shyly, he approached, careful to avoid the excited cerberus. He extended his hand to them as if to say 'snacks?'

:s**t? Has Argos tasted s**t then?: Kip asked, scuttling down from his 'perch' and further down the red dragon's face before he stopped on his brow and peered down into his eye. Just in time for the pine cones to fall. Which did indeed happen to land on Kip. But karma seemed to be at its best today, and one bounced right off of the harpy's head and hit Argos in the eye before it fell harmlessly to the ground. :Don't be silly! Kip doesn't eat tree droppings. That's lizard food!: He chortled, as if this was common knowledge.

:Argos is louder! Much much muuuuch louder!: He claimed, motioning with his wings, the 'height' of Argos' voice. :Argos is just jealous because he's too fat to fit into the cube.: He claimed, making up more bullshit like he normally did, and substituting the red dragon's size for shape.

The harpy's annoying mental chatter and verbal squawks continued well after the humans arrived. In fact, he hardly seemed to notice them. Until Fluffy was tossed a treat, that was.

:Hey hey hey!: For the humans, the only thing they would hear, was the obnoxious squawks as Kip ran down from Argos' brow, and down to the tip of his nose. :No fair! Fluffy got a treat! He didn't share!:

Givign Argos a sand blaster's huff of coarse air, Dyxie barred his fangs in aggravated anger. He didn't have to explain himself to this lazy a**, nor did he have to even tolerate him. He was the leader; he was the one who had been tormented by haunting dreams and visions for weeks and weeks. ::You wouldn't even understand - your mind is too simple to even grasp my stresses.::

He gave the humans a low huff of a rumbling noise, kicking up a little sandstorm at them as they left. Puny little things.

Turning his gaze once again to Argos, and giving a quick haughty look to Banshee, the desert dragon gave what could have been called a smirk. ::After all, you can't even control that little thing.::

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From behind a group of trees, Viridian flattened his ears, there was too much noise around here. First the dragon, then everyone talking... He yawned. Wait... there was something else. Was that the sound of people? He shook himself out of sleep and padded out of the woods to investigate the sounds.

Viridian flicked his tail in greeting and padded over to Layla, the smell of food reminding him how hungry he was... and how late she was. The large wolf growled as if to reprimand her, and started on his food.

Caesar didn't know this handler and hung back until she'd left. He was definitely pleased about getting his own food though. The bigfoot lumbered over to collect a piece of fruit and some sort of protein wafer before returning to the trees where he plopped onto his butt and began to eat.

Guests? He expressed aloud to no one in particular as he sloppily consumed his food, crumbs and juice covering his chin and chest.

Caesar was ever so lucky to get some treats too, because he was a good bigfoot. Being nice and polite to the humans was a good thing, it always got them what they wanted. Sure, he was curious about the island, but it wasn't worth the hurting and ending up in a lab. So suffice to say, he was content where he was. Even giving Kip a look. [That's because I'm a good Cerberus.] The human had said something like that, right? He did take a moment to prance a quick circle as if to show off before freezing. Another human had shown up, one he recognized a bit more.

One that came sometimes for a very important part of the day.

And apparently it was for that. Both ears shot up to attention to the mention of show time, and she was about to literally be run over from the over eager beast of a canine until she suddenly had to leave. [Nononononononononono I want mine I want miiiiine!] Everyone but the person who mattered would have heard it, the human only got a chorus of barks as he chased briefly until being given his meal and flopping down. He'd been close enough after all. Trying to escape the Cerberus with his meal intact would have been like trying to get out of a cobra pit without a bite. It wasn't happening.

So once he'd managed to beg his food off the woman he flopped down to eat at the pellets happily, tail wagging s presumably the humans would be heading out. Though his did look up at Caesar at the comment, who happened to be munching away at his own diet of treats. [Iunno... s'more visits? Means treats I think.] They'd never had 'guests.' Just Security, handlers, and those people who ran the place. He wasn't sure what a guest was. People didn't visit. They stayed once they arrived(unless they were bad. Those ones went missing.) Or they showed up to feed them.

Enough was said.