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[acesarewild]

[while everyone else on the castle grounds is probably getting ready for the expedition, anyone around the duck pond will notice something straight away: a man breaks the surface of the water with a screech:]

--- IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKE!

[he coughs, splutters, and gasps for air for a moment, then looks around, wide-eyed]

I'm alive! ... I'M A-LI-HI-HIIIIIIIIIIIVE.

[he throws back his head and laughs maniacally. as he's doing so, Pickles the alligator pops up beside him and regards him critically. dude, cut it out.]

AHA-HA----

[his head snaps to one side dramatically, and he has half a second of "oh SHIT" plastered on his face before Pickles snaps at him. down he goes ....

... only to surface moments later riding the alligator like a bronco]

YEEEEEEEEE-ha! Yippie ki-yay, Crocodile Dund--

[he stops, still sitting on Pickles' back, and frowns]

Waaaaaaait a second. You're not a crocodylus niloticus, you're --

[splash. Pickles throws him off and they're at it again. a little more thrashing and splashing, and Ace hauls Pickles up onto the edge of the duck pond shore, panting] Larger snout .... wider upper jawline ... [another deep, gasping breath for air] ... decidedly darker scale pigmentation and I'm puh-retty sure you'd have had to been eating rocks for your teeth to be this dull. YOU SIR, are an alligator mississippiensis. Something VERY WEIRD is going on here.

[no duh, Ace. he looks around, finally realizing something pretty important:]

Hooooooooooooooooly shitballs, Toto, we're not blessing the rains down in Africa anymore.

((OOC: Heeeeere's Ace. As he is prone to being a bit of a jerkface, please do me a favor, hop over to his journal, and let me know what he can get away with? Thanks!))

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley's watching this from his leaning spot on the tree]

Just when you think you've seen everything, something new happens to prove your wrong.

[acesarewild]

[Pickles is still struggling in a semi-decent headlock as Ace's eyes flick up to look at him]

Ohhithere. Interesting place you've got here. Don't suppose you could tell me where I am? Left turn at Albuquerque and all that.

[onlyanapple]

Albuquerque is quite a way off. This is Paradisa, magical castle of kidnapping fun.

[acesarewild]

[Ace squints at Crowley, then lets poor Pickles go. he's more than happy enough to retreat back to the duck pond away from the crazy man. mun is pretty sure Wybie didn't raise no killers]

... Magical kidnappings, huh? ... [he takes off his Hawaiian shirt and wrings it out] Then they must not realize they're dealing with ... [he snaps the shirt decisively, tails of it inches from Crowley's face]

A detective.

[onlyanapple]

[Boy was good like his grandma taught him. Crowley passively steps back]

Oh. Another one. Joy, as if we didn't have enough of those already.

[acesarewild]

[he wasn't trying to whip you, Crowley, he was just being his natural massive troll self. he puts the shirt back on, not really caring that it's still sopping wet]

What is this, then, some kind of convention?

[onlyanapple]

I don't think there's enough of you to be a convention. More like an annoyance.

[acesarewild]

Somehow I don't think that's the proper herd terminology. Either way. .... Directions to a bus station would be good, I .... Kinda have to go stop a war.

[onlyanapple]

You won't be doing that for a while, I'm afraid. No bus stops, either.

[acesarewild]

What about a subway? ... Amtrak?

[onlyanapple]

There are horses.

[acesarewild]

[he breathes in slowly, as though he's about to heave a great sigh of defeat.

BUT THEN]

Monorail?

[onlyanapple]

Horses.

And that mongoose dragon.