The Basilisk had just finished eating and was half way up on his rock again when another horrible sound came rumbling close. The sound of scraping metal, a dim hum. It was almost as annoying as the prattling dragons.
His head snapped upright as his eyes popped open. Staring intently at the vehicles, his tongue slipping in and out from between scaly lips. Again a low hiss.
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Name: Francis Species: Basilisk Physical Description:This only black with bright gold eyes. Brief Character Profile: Francis is a bit grumpy half the time. Probably cause he's always sleepy for some reason. He enjoys a good staring contest though for some reason all his opponents just shrivel away suddenly. He spends most of his time near the crater lake basking in the sunlight on his favorite rock.
Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 11:15 pm
Kip had just downed the last of his meal and was inching towards another pile of food, specifically Argos', when the SUV rolled into view.
Startled by the sudden noise, the harpy shot up off of the ground and flew right up into the trees. Where he then chose a branch where he would remain unseen, however low enough that he could still see them and see them he did. Just how many were crammed in that moving box exactly?
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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: Sat May 18, 2013 11:31 pm
Banshee's head perked at the intruders. When she recognized them, she lit up a little bit. Not seeing them as a threat, Banshee grew excited at the trainers' beckons, looking forward to her snacks. Yes, she actually loved her trainers.
As was the usual, Banshee crawled a bit closer to the car and then gently perched atop it, claws lightly scratching into the paint, barely grazing it. She wasn't weighing the car down by any means; Banshee was a tinier dragon and was well-trained not to hurt a fly.
Rather grandly, she moved sideways, peaking her head down beside the windows, large glassy eyes gazing into the car. They met with the head of a little human, blonde and somewhat twiggy. Hardly a meal. Speaking of meals, it was usually about now that she got a treat for her little trick. Where was her food?
She decided to throw in a little wing flapping for show. < I will get all the treats today, watch Argos. You too, you stupid little bird! >
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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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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 2:47 am
[Enter!]
There was always some anxiety when Barry entered the area known as monster mountain. It didn't mater if he had interacted with snakes and reptiles before, because he was dealing with something as big as a dinosaur. And chances were it was one that spent half it's time pissed off too. He could never predict what they would do.
The hander did his best to hide the slight frown at seeing many of the larger inhabitants all in one place. Of course looking rather annoyed. Oh, and one of them was jumping on the car as well. He glanced at the banshee, but made no move to stop it. By the looks of things it was trained to do this maneuverer, though who in their right mind would train it to do that was anyones guess.
Right then, time to get this show on his road. He had a good life, hadn't he?
"Welcome folks, to Monster mountain." He turned around, a big grin plastered on his face as he looked at each member to see their reaction. "What you see before you is just a few of our inhabitants, and I can assure you they are quite real. Real, breathing, living creatures of fantasy!"
Barry then indicated towards Francis with a wave of his hand, "The one sitting on the rock over there is called a Basilisk. A kind of reptile that would put most snakes to shame with it's potent venom. One bite, and you wont be very healthy I can you tell you that." In actual fact, he wasn't sure what the venom would do, but he had researched and found that it was extremely lethal. Though he decided to leave out this fact, not wanting to scare the guests away. "That hissing sound he's making is just a warning for us to keep away, so as long as we keep our distance, we'll be bonza."
Boats bothered Len. Cars did not. It was something to do with the rolling motion of the waves, or something, but he was bright-eyed and perky when they arrived at their destination, if a little tense from the wild nature of the ride. No worse than a rollercoaster, though. He listened with half an ear to the instructions their guide was giving. Stay with the group, don't touch the wildlife, notify the staff if anything happened. Typical. "Only an idiot would handle unfamiliar animals," he said scornfully.
There were little movements and rustlings in the forest outside that, to Len's practiced eye, spoke of living things hiding themselves. It could be just regular wildlife - there must be some of that here too - but it could be the creatures they'd come to see. He looked for regular shapes, flicking motion, or the telltale flash of an eye, and had just spotted a glint that resolved itself into something curled around a rock -
- and something landed atop the car, making it settle and rebound just slightly. Must be relatively small, Len thought, suppressing a yelp of surprise. You didn't make noise when you were looking for living creatures. It was just as likely to scare them off.
This creature was not, apparently, easily scared off. A dragony head leaned down to peer into the window, examining the humans with a curious glassy eye. It was black and bony-looking, emitting a faint smoky aura. "Holy s**t," Len breathed, because there was no way this was an animatronic, there was no way to put it on top of the car between when they'd gotten in and now, and it moved far too naturally to be a fake.
His first impulse, as always, was to raise the camera and take pictures, several snaps in a row, you always took more than one to raise the chances of getting a really good picture somewhere in there. Then he freed one hand, popped his seatbelt off, and scooted closer to the window to get a better look at what was looking at them. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and the miniscule part of him still capable of skepticism was finally and truly silenced. "Hot damn, would you look at that."
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Quote train choo choo, Len isn't talking to anyone specific but you can all hear him and his lack of tact~
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Yo I'm gonna letcha finish but Banshee just got several flash photos to the face
Guest Name: Leonard Dickens Guest Profession: Photographer Physical Description: Painfully skinny, tall, and gangly, Len wears cargo pants, t-shirts with sayings he thinks are witty printed on them, and vests with lots of pockets. He wears oval, wire-framed glasses with thick lenses, and has dyed his short, messy hair a violent blue. Brief Character Profile: Len (not Lenny) is an amateur photographer who is best known for his photographs of cryptids. He spends his time researching and tracking down local legendary creatures, proving or debunking their existence. Len is opinionated and loud, interested in everything, and willing to ask nosy questions.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 6:18 am
He didn't like the car. And he quite didn't like these new humans either. Were they more needle men? Or just weirdos who like to state at them like creepy...weirdos who like to stare at things.
The distant flash of the camera caught his eye though. Like a you dangled in front of a cat. Scuttling off his rock, he made tentative movements towards the vehicle but still keeping a bit of distance.
Lifting his head, he peered towards the human with the weird device he was pointing at Banshee. The top of his tail wiggling ever so slightly as all sets of claws dig into the ground.
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Name: Francis Species: Basilisk Physical Description:This only black with bright gold eyes. Brief Character Profile: Francis is a bit grumpy half the time. Probably cause he's always sleepy for some reason. He enjoys a good staring contest though for some reason all his opponents just shrivel away suddenly. He spends most of his time near the crater lake basking in the sunlight on his favorite rock.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:52 am
Guests did start arriving before Fluffy could take to napping. He'd finished his meal of course, but really... everyone was noisy. The Basilisk had been right, and now there were several carloads of people in the area. The oversized mutt of a dog watched curious, not nearly as interested in food as previously since he'd been fed.
Not that he'd turn it down.
Others were already there, and well it was more than usual. Still he was curious. One of them was perched on a car, and well... he wagged his tail a bit, inching closer as he sniffed at the group. It wasn't their usual humans so he wasn't quite sure. [They the guests then?] He inquired to no one in particular as he cocked his head to one side and watched.
Didn't seem like they were being drug off for being bad though. Well then, couldn't be that bad.
(( Fluffy is here if anyone wants to try and pet the pup of a cerberus. Bribes work well with him. ))
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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.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 8:18 am
People in suits were what Ian was expecting, or some kind of very clever animatronic, and he wouldn't even have been upset. After all, he had to do a bit of slightly fuzzy convincing to make people believe that he was psychic, it would only be right if the park existed to convince of people what was out there.
It wasn't fraud, not really.
What he didn't expect was a dragon on their car. At all. A very real, very very convincing dragon.
His shock was great enough he almost entirely forgot to try and figure out what the creature might be feeling or to sense for its psychic vibrations, he just gawked rather unprofessionally and ducked quickly back in the car to hunker down in his seat. More creatures seemed to have noticed their car and none of them looked particularly friendly.
Cats were one thing, slithery scaly tooth and claw armed things were another and he was starting to wonder if perhaps, just perhaps he may have bitten off more than he could chew.
"Do they feed them dogs?" he asked with thinly concealed horror as he spotted what appeared to be a solitary dog not far off and almost forgot his American accent entirely.
Guest Name: Ian Weiman Guest Profession: Pet Psychic Physical Description: Tall, blond and lanky in a loose pink shirt that looks like a reject from a 70s glam rock band, left open to reveal a chest bristling with hair, over which is sprawled an absurd number of charm necklaces, gems, wardstone pendants and all other manner of knicknacks. On his wrists he wears what has to be hundreds of jangling gold, silver and what he assures are unobtainium bracelets and every dramatic wave of his hands is heralded by a clatter of metal. His hair is a halo of backcombed disaster and his eyes are remarkably pale blue. His mannerisms are reminiscent of a slightly mad parrot.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 8:39 am
Two things. One, he wasn't a dog. He was a cerberus. Even if he was a small one due to his age, he was still far to big to be a dragon snack. Two? He wasn't a dragon snack.
So when the question was asked, perhaps not toward him, but while viewing him, Fluffy got up and scampered a few paces forward, trying prove he wasn't just dragon bait. [Why do they think I'm a dog?] Again, no one in specific was addressed, but he did sniff a bit in the direction of the human, slowly edging forward toward them. More cautious than intimidating.
If a big bulky canine that could knock down several humans was what you considered cuddly anyway. Hopefully Ian wasn't allergic in some way, because he'd probably end up with a sniffing over if someone didn't ward the beast off before it got close enough.
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Ian looked for one second too long.
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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.
Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:17 am
The moving box attracted Gemma's attention, too. The gargoyle padded her way towards the thing - oh, yes, there were keepers in there. Maybe they had more snacks. It was clear from the wyrm's antics that Banshee was hoping for the same thing.
She stopped about ten feet away from the box and reared up on her hind legs, striking a pose best described as good puppy gimme biscuit, her big mouth hanging open and her big tongue lolling out.
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Name: Gemma Species: Gargoyle Physical Description: A big stone gargoyle, solidly built, with jet black 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.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 9:31 am
Zane couldn’t remember when the picture taking had stopped entirely. The camera was held in his hand, but the man found himself completely preoccupied with the sight that greeted him.
………….. was all he could manage.
Mr. Warren had been kind enough to introduce the basilisk to them, and while it had not been mentioned, Zane was pretty sure the serpentine creature’s bite was very much lethal. According to the lore anyway. On his sketchbook he made a quick note: Consider grouping creatures into different age-friendly categories, underlining it twice.
He was quite sure 5 year old children would prefer just to see the unicorns and mermaids.
At least that’s what his daughter liked. He had just bought her the complete box set of My Little Pony so he knew.
Oh, and he had also caught sight of the cube.
“Mr. Warren, what is the targeted age group for this exhibit… or the theme park in general?” he queried, sounding a little worried. Still, he had been quite up to task as he had already begun taking down notes of the various creatures, their movement patterns and how they interacted with the environment. These were accompanied with small sketches match against a human scale figure for reference. It was his way of dealing with the information overload.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:11 am
This was getting out of claw... Too many humans all at once. Banshee showing off and trying to get treats... A low rumble that was the start of a roar bubbled up from deep in Tavast's chest. It was bad enough they didn't give them near enough food to start - but now they were bringing in more humans...
Unwrapping himself from the rock formation, the Dragon plodded toward the vehicle. He wanted nothing more than the humans to go away - let him go back to working on his den in peace. So he stood as tall as possible, his wings spread wide as he could try to make himself look bigger as he approached.
His head stayed low to the ground though, so he could get a good look at these humans. While he would prefer to deal with them from afar - something told him he wasn't going to have a choice in the matter. He approached the vehicle slowly, his eyes locking on one of the humans with the camera in his hands, staring and asking questions of another human. He stopped when he was a body length away from the man, and rumbled again.
<If they keep this up, none of us will get any sleep...> He would like a nap after feeding - even if it wasn't enough food.
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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.
Zane had seen the dragon alright, and he had noticed it approaching in their general direction.
He wished it would go away.
Too bad.
His hair stood on their ends as the dragon most courteously greeted him, trying his best not to look at it.
“… I need … permission to touch you, or interact with you so er – ” he muttered, casually sliding behind Mr. Warren so he had a meat shield in front of him.
Zane was not very sorry.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:49 am
The glowing blue eyes locked onto the man that had spoken to him. Tavast's head tilted slightly, now diagonal to the ground instead of parallel. The human had slid behind the handler - Good.
But he wasn't getting back in the vehicle and leaving - NOT GOOD.
He took a few step closer, closing the gap between him and the humans to half a body length. His tail thrashed slightly in the air behind him, before finally coming to rest on the ground to the side of his body.
Lowering his head closer to the human's height, he blinked at the Human's words.
<Why won't they go away...> He grumped as he kept his wings spread wide to take up as much space as possible. Maybe if there wasn't any more room they'd go away...
Once he padded forward close enough to sniff at the man, he snorted loudly, and brought his head down right into the human's face - handler or no.
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Oh he intends to X3
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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.
Oh for the love of heaven and the almighty, why of all days were the beasts out in numbers today? One on a car(thankfully not theirs it seemed) and others roaming about a bit closer to the guests than she liked.
We at least they'd all realize the things weren't fakes at this rate. Too bad her partners silent estimation on how long until a critter had to be sent to the labs in an unpleasant manner seemed as if it'd be accurate at this point. "You're big and scary we get it. You've already been fed." It was obvious she held little sentiment for the creatures as Rin stepped up, obviously intending to get between one of her charges and the large black dragon.
If anyone was to get mauled today, it'd have to be her or Mr. Warren. Because god help her if one of the guests got eaten. Well at least now Zane had two people between the large scaled beast and him. One of which held no empathy for the beasts. She didn't handle them, she dealt with the trouble makers. Enough that it was obvious with the scars scattered about. "Going to be calm and back off, or..?"
Zyphiris
Two bodies between you and the dragon.
Torvil
Doooown boy. She don't like you anymore than you like her.
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