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[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!))

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