[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.

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THIS WORKS NO WORRIES

[tinyprotector]

Down goes the claw, but Chara's voice reaches Yukio just in time. He may not look like a child with dodging experience, but he at least has some beginner's training in fighting, enough for him to know that when someone yells an order, he follows it.

With a small noise, he ducks down to the ground and staggers to the side, just clearing the claw in time. Immediately, Yukio turns his head towards where the voice came from and runs towards it. Whoever they are, they should be able to help him, right?

croc: yo wtf that's my dinner

[vvaylon]

Croc bellows in rage; attention turned from Yukio to Chara for a second. Yukio is closer. He drops to all fours and propels himself forwards, jumping into a tackle onto Yukio; a dog chasing a rabbit.

Or a croc chasing a child.

"You're dead!"

there's tons of free cake in the ballroom dude.

[buttercup_eater]

The monster's bellowing echoes through the halls and rings in Chara's ears. They scurry backwards, not sure if the monster intends to go after them, or the kid, and feel their heel hit something solid. Chara moves their foot, ascertaining that it's a thick book- it must have slid across the floor when one of the bookcases got knocked over- and bends to scoop it up. More useful than a spoon, hopefully. Although that depends. It could be a normal monster, or it could be like the elf.

Out in the hall, the monster has gotten onto all fours. Chara thinks of dust and bruises and lectures and bile, summoning up as much hate as they can in a split-second, and darts forward. With a determined swing of their arms, they hurl the book as hard as they can in the direction of the monster.

They don't wait to see if it hits or if it does much or if the kid survives. Once the book leaves their hands, Chara twists on their heels and bolts further into the library.

It's pretty delicious cake bro much more delicious than a bony kid

[tinyprotector]

Yukio looks between the two of them, but Croc is much more important at this point. He has to get away. He scrambles to try to hide behind one of the bookshelves, just in time to see a book whiz past his face and the other child to go hide in the shadows of the library.

Fair enough. They should probably take their chance to escape. He won’t lead Croc towards them, instead heading off in the opposite direction to hopefully gain some distance and meet with the other kid later.

no cake. FLESH

[vvaylon]

Croc barrels after Yukio, eyes on the metaphorical prize.

Not metaphorical, not really, actually. His broad shoulders push the poor bookcases out of the way, some onto the ground; books scatter.

The book that Chara throws bonks him on the head but doesn't do much else. It's not magic, after all; it's just a book, and Croc is not that type of monster.

"You impudent little wretch!"

D8 Please stop his flesh is not tasty.

[tinyprotector]

Yukio does not think of himself as a prize. He’s a scared little kid in way over his head, facing a monster instead of just a hobgoblin. He’s used to having his glasses stomped on or his clothing torn, not… not getting eaten. He yelps as books fall on top of him, tripping him up. He stumbles to his knees but tries to crawl behind a fallen bookcase. Maybe if he’s fast enough and quiet enough, he can stay hidden…

quietly adds in a "meanwhile chara" thing, feel free to ignore

[buttercup_eater]

Chara meanwhile is moving more on instinct than anything else.

The library has multiple levels- Chara heads to the nearest spiral staircase and sprints up two floors, then runs beside the balcony railing until they're a reasonable distance from the stairs.

Their pulse pounding in their head, Chara leans against a nearby bookshelf to catch their breath, and squints out into the dimness of the library. Has the kid been eaten yet...?

i'm dying squirtle

[vvaylon]

Waylon, for all his faults, is not the dumb slab of muscle most pass him off to be-- and even then, he can smell Yukio's fear. The kid will see his hiding spot literally torn apart, broken in two with one swing of Croc's claws. He reaches into the wreckage, uncaring this time whether he hurts Yukio in his search to pull him from the splintered wood.

"You just made this way harder for yourself, kid."

Of course, the worst that'll happen to Yukio is a snapped neck. Croc's not in the mood to torture his snacks.

[tinyprotector]

The kid hasn't been eaten yet, but he's quickly on his way there. He screams as splinters rain down on him, but his scream is rapidly cut off by claws around his neck.

He kicks his legs desperately, scratches at Croc's hands with his fingernails, but it's hopeless. He's going to die and he should have known he would in this place full of demons...

[vvaylon]

Croc grins. His breath is foul since he hasn't had the chance to wash it out-- smells like dead cat. Which makes sense, really.

With a quick movement, he finally brings one massive clawed hand down on Yukio's head.

It's over.