[Open] Unreasonable Behaviour

[vvaylon]

A . (for your character to end up a snack or escape and spread the word; indicate which in your subject line!)

He’s found the underwater lake. It’s nice, for the most part, but just like the fish in the river the fare is disappointingly slimy and unappetizing. Seeing as he hasn’t found the kitchen yet (a shame!)  he turns to the next source of food—those wandering about the castle. The first to go is a small white cat lazing about on a chair; tufts of fur remain on the floor, and he continues on. The castle is large enough to  send him on af ew circles; but finally, he sees someone down a hall, and makes his lumbering way towards them.

B. (for your character to lay a beatdown on Croc, or for Croc to lay a beatdown on your character….)

He takes to roaming the halls during the night. It’s quieter, the birds are asleep, he has free rein; it’s daresay, nice. He’s still angry. It bubbles up in his chest like a red foam, leads to clawmarks being engraved in the stone, chairs turned on their head or otherwise made into splinters.

Croc is a simple man, sometimes. Sometimes he likes to scheme and plot, and finds himself quite adept at that! Other times… well, other times, someone’s just gotta get their head caved in. Said someone is going to find a big, scaled surprise in the library.

Comments

finally, yes!

[fiery_goatmother]

She knows better than to let his question completely distract her. Being a mother and a teacher is more than enough preparation for dealing with anyone trying to dodge a question. Oddly, in a way, it gives her the answer just by trying to dodge it: there probably isn't a good reason. It's either similar to Frisk's breakdown or it's mindless violence, and she's not sure which is worse.

Toriel shakes her head. Might as well answer his question.

"I do not know what you mean."

As far as she knows, she hasn't upset anyone. That is, except for Croc here.

\o/ want to take him to big baby jail now?

[vvaylon]

Croc huffs, tail lashing behind him. He's a bit unsteady on his feet, the claws digging into the ground to keep him upright and not toppling into the flame cage.

"Where I'm from," and his voice is still in a growl, but it's softer-- condescending, the slightest bit patronizing, because while Croc likes having the upper hand in matters of the mind he doesn't have the upper hand in matters of brawn-- or magic, now that it's entered the equation and that makes him a piss-poor loser of a reptile, "powers like that either means you're a freak, or ya pissed off the wrong sorcerer."

Breathing thick, rattling, he stares her down. "So. When do you take revenge for my killing of your friends?"

It's a goad towards the goat (ha) in the hopes that this devolves back into a fight. Not that he'll last long. It's the thought that counts.

sure thing~

[fiery_goatmother]

"Where I am from, these powers are part of being queen of the monsters." Or, as some call the royal family, boss monsters. She's never been too keen on the title in either case, but it's worth saying now.

She takes a step closer to the cage. He can stare her down all he likes, she isn't flinching.

"There is no revenge. I believe in mercy, even for the most miserable of creatures." Despite the harshness of her words, she feels she has to go on: "Violence can only beget more violence. Perhaps even you can learn the way, with time."

:3

[vvaylon]

"Ha!" It escapes without his really thinking about it; as many things do.

"You may not take revenge," and he doesn't say that she doesn't want it, because wanting something and acting on it are two different hogs, "but others will."

He finally eases off and backs away, seeing if the flames will give even the slightest bit. "So what now, then?"

[fiery_goatmother]

"Others may try, but as long as you are in my charge, none will get any revenge." Furious as she is, sick with worry as she's rapidly beginning to feel over Sans, she's a goat woman of her word. Her track record isn't the best on protecting anyone or anything, but she can't help but try.

And for now, that means a fiery cage. To keep him in and others out. Perhaps with the children, she had never used her full strength, but she's using it here and now.

"Now, we find you somewhere to calm down and think on what you have done. Luckily, death is impermanent here. Perhaps you can find some way to make amends to others here in the castle. If not... then we shall simply have to become quite familiar with one another, shall we not?"

Toriel has never wanted to be a jailer. But if it means keeping everyone safe, she's hardly above self-sacrifice.

[vvaylon]

"Calm down? Think about what I've done?" His eyes glint, flames reflected in the black depths. "I'm not a child, goat. You can't keep me here forever."

Toriel, he thinks, will have to rest sometime; magic is surely a drain. And he is nothing if not determined, edging upon brutish at times. Dumb strength can succeed where all the intelligence of the world fails; but tempered with his cleverness, he's sure that he will win eventually.

All it takes is time...

"Prey shouldn't go up against a predator. The results are just sad."

[fiery_goatmother]

"I think that you will find that I can wait quite a long time indeed."

She is, after all, technically immortal. Unless she lets her guard down and he manages to attack her, she'll live forever. She'll certainly outlive him, she suspects. It's normally something she hates to think about, but in this case, it will come in handy.

She doesn't even bother touching the comment about being prey. He should be able to see her fangs from where he is. It's probably meant to try to ruffle her feathers, but she's not budging. Instead, she just gives him a look not at all removed from that of a parent waiting for their child to stop acting the fool.

"If you can behave yourself, I can find somewhere more comfortable for you. If you cannot, then we shall just have to stay right here."