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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 3:13:46 GMT
Timeline: After Killer Croc Arrives and Ms Marvel and Princess P Arrive Previous Threads: Princess P and Ms Marvel Arrive!Killer Croc Arrives! Characters Involved: @molly & @croc Location: Sewers  
She hadn't gotten far, barely out of sight, when she fell. It had been dark. She hadn't seen the open space. "AAaaahhh!" Molly's shriek echoed down the hole as she slid down deep into the bowels of the city. Her powers activated, in a bid for self preservation, and when the little girl hit the ground at the bottom with a wet smack she was miraculously okay. Her fuchsia light illuminated the tunnels around her for a few seconds before her powers deactivated and her brain managed to catch up with her body.
The little girl in the fish hat gulped in air for a few seconds, terrified green eyes taking in the dark tunnels and the stinking water she was sitting in, before she started to cry. Again. It was a good thing Ms Marvel wasn't here. She'd have been labeled a cry baby for sure! But then, she kind of wished Ms Marvel was here to give her a hug and help her get out. Molly cried harder.
Her butt was wet, and the backs of her legs too, from when she'd fallen, but she wasn't totally soaked. She'd managed to land on a causeway, a bit of concrete that made it easier to walk along the sewers. It should have killed her, but it hadn't. The child couldn't exactly understand her own luck, however. All she knew was that she was alone, wet, and lost. The fins on her hat flailed with the strength of her crying as if they could fly her back up to the surface.
Something moved in the sewer. It was hard to hear over the sound of her own sobbing but the noise caught her attention enough to spook her. Molly hiccuped and reached up grubby wet hands to try and wipe away the tears streaming down her face. All it accomplished was leaving dirt in their place. "Heh-heh-hello?" the child attempted to speak through her tears. Maybe there was a nice sewer worker who could help her get out. Maybe it was a monster who was going to eat her for breakfast. Maybe it was a weird combo of the two.
"I'm Molly," she said in a small voice, hiccuping in an attempt to control her breathing, and looking like she could burst into tears again. She couldn't see very well down here. Didn't know who or what she was talking to. Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted and she sat in a filtered beam of light from above. Still, talking made the little extrovert feel better about her situation. So did complaining. "I wanna go home," she whined.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 4:03:45 GMT
How long had it been?
How long had it been since he came to this world? He couldn't remember. The night was a blur; a mish-mash of loud noises, violence and pain.
When he came to he was drenched in filth much worse than that of a sewer. A taste in his mouth that he still had to this day. Unconsciously he'd found his way back down here into the sewers, back to the only 'home' he'd ever known. It was too dangerous to go back to the surface, there was no telling the hell that he could cause.
He thought about her sometimes. That blue haired girl. Wistfully. But he knew where he belonged.
She probably didn't want to see him anyway. There was one image of that night that he could still remember clear as day. The look of terror on her face.
He heard a noise. A shrill cry that echoed down the tunnels. The creature in the dark turned its head and heard a splash as something hit water not too far away. Curiosity piqued, he waited for a moment deciding on whether or not he should investigate, but the next noise to reach his ears sealed his course of action.
Crying? A child? Down here?
With heavy thudding footsteps and the swishing sound of his tail brushing aside the filthy water, the creature made its way toward the origin of the sound. Slowly, cautiously, as though it could all be a trap. After all he had done... it could well have been.
The first thing the little girl would have seen was a pair of glowing red eyes hovering several feet off the ground that rocked side to side as their owner grew closer. The movement stop as she spoke, the eerie demonic-looking eyes studying her from top to bottom in complete silence. They seemed unsure of how to react, their flickering off and on rapidly almost like the Morse code of a lost ship as the creature blinked.
When the girl said she wished to go home, the eyes disappeared for a long time, long enough for someone to think that perhaps they had gone completely, but after about a minute they reappeared after their long rumination.
Slowly, tentatively, a face emerged from the dark and into the light. Red eyes were now amber-yellow and sat in a sea of green scales above a row of deadly-looking teeth. With his ears sunken into his head and the absence of ears; his humanoid features were few and far between at this point, but nevertheless he tried to 'smile' as softly as he could with a deep sympathy hidden in his eyes.
"Are..." he paused. His voice rumbled in his throat, closer to a roar than speech, eliciting a need to cough a few times to make it smoother. "Are you hurt?"
He expected his appearance to result in nothing less than sheer terror and immediate retreat; but if there was something, anything, that he could do for her, he wanted to try.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 4:37:06 GMT
Now that she had time to study him Molly decided he was more of a person than a monster. Even if he looked scarier than the Thing and the Hulk smashed together into one super scary scaly green thing. Now that his eyes weren't glowing and red they looked almost sympathetic. She sniffed and rubbed a grubby hand under her nose.
"Are you a dinosaur?" she asked, hesitantly. He kind of looked like a dinosaur. Hopefully he wasn't from her imagination, but maybe he could teach her about making friends or something and maybe sing a song. That sounded nicer than being eaten. "My friend Old Lace is a dinosaur," the little girl added, because he obviously needed to know. "She can't talk, but she has a brain link with my other friend Gert who is a human."
"She lets me put hats on her though," the fins on the fish hat flopped as she tipped her head up to consider whether or not she had any hats that would fit on the hulking dinosaur man in front of her. That would be comedy gold. After all, Old Lace wearing hats was hilarious and she wasn't half as scary as this one.
"Did you fall down here too?" she inquired, tipping her head back to stare waaaaay up high where she'd fallen down. "Do you know how to get out?" Molly turned pleading green eyes on the dinosaur man. "It's scary down here. It's dark and wet and smells like poop."
TAG: @croc
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2018 5:19:22 GMT
For a second Waylon could do nothing but blink at the little girl. Then, after a short pause, he laughed. He couldn't help it 'Are you a dinosaur?' What a ludicrous question to ask! Clearly this girl had an active imagination. She had a dinosaur for a friend? A psychic dinosaur? That wore silly hats?
His quiet, dry laughter coming to an end, she asked him if he fell down here too. Well, he kind of found his way here accidentally, but he had a feeling that wasn't what she meant. Slowly he shook his head in response to her question; but didn't move or say anything when she shot him a pleading look with her eyes. She was cute, that was for certain. Even her complaint about the 'poop' smell was endearing.
Silently he retracted his head back into the dark, his eyes becoming blood red once more. There was a quiet shuffling, followed by the sound of something tearing. When the face returned to the light, an enormous, clawed hand followed shortly after that offered the little girl a scrap of tattered cloth.
"Wipe your face" he said insistently, practically pushing the cloth into her hands. "You'll get sick"
Fact of the matter was that people, normal people anyway, risked more than dirty clothes from being down here. Waylon's immune system was impressive, always had been, but this little girl could very easily find herself worse for wear if she kept rubbing literal crap into her face.
"Come on" he said quietly once she'd cleaned up, trying not to be too forceful with the child. "I can get you outta here"
He turned and began to walk away with massive, heavy footsteps, a long crocodilian tail briefly passing through the light as he vanished into the dark. If it wasn't for the sounds he made as he moved, Molly wouldn't have known he was even there; the pitch-black darkness of the tunnels all-encompassing beyond her tiny shred of light.
Something Waylon and his perfect dark vision had totally forgotten.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 2:05:43 GMT
She accepted the ragged shred of cloth with the trust of small children everywhere and did exactly as he told her to with a mumbled, "Fanks." The others in her little ragtag group of runaways didn't trust adults, but Molly still had a little bit of faith in their authority. After all, not all older people were mean. Some were nice to her! Like Cloak and Dagger! She rubbed the wet and dirt off her face first, leaving only a dry smudge in it's place, before she wiped off her hands and held it back out to him.
When he didn't take it, and instead told her to follow him, she simply kept it. Molly balled up the little cloth in her hand and got unsteadily to her feet. She stumbled a little, but was able to right herself quickly. Kids were resilient. Even more so when they had super powers. Her pants felt gross and wet, though. Her nose wrinkled in dislike. Her socks were wet! And she was losing the dinosaur man.
"Hey, wait for meee!" Molly cried, chasing after him into the darkness more afraid of losing him and being totally alone down here again then of what could possibly be lurking beyond. It wasn't until she was encased in total darkness, and the light from behind them was gone, that the little girl stopped fearfully in her tracks. What if she fell again? Could he find her?
She could hear the dinosaur man up ahead but she couldn't see him. She couldn't see anything. Tears welled up stupidly in her eyes. "Mister Dinosaur?" she called out, voice quavering with emotion. "Where'd you go?" she reached out a hand blindly and touched nothing but empty air. "I can't see," her complaints became progressively quieter until she whispered a sad little:
"I'm scared."
TAG: @croc
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 2:48:11 GMT
With the sound of tiny footsteps behind him, Waylon was sure that she was following along and so didn't feel the need to keep checking behind him to make sure she was there. Instead he turned his attention to the labyrinth of tunnels, occasionally stopping to rub grime off Perspex-covered plaques that had been screwed into the walls depicting maps of the streets above for the use of sewer maintenance workers. After all, this wasn't Gotham, so he didn't know each pipe and walkway like the back of his hand.
Taking a left toward where he surmised to be the nearest sewer-level exit to be (manholes and ladder exits would likely be locked up), he stopped in his tracks when he heard a quiet whimper behind him. No, it wasn't quiet, just a little far away. The girl was calling for him, he'd lost her? That easily?
Retracing his steps, he poked his head around the corner, a pair of red eyes appearing suddenly in the dark. The poor girl was on the verge of outright crying, a desperate waving of her arms out in front of her showing how lost she truly was. She couldn't see?
Right. Of course she couldn't. Not everyone possessed the impeccable dark vision of a river crocodile.
He sighed deeply at his own incompetence, how could he have let such an obvious difficulty slip by him? Slowly he made his way back to the girl, his red eyes bobbing up and down with his unusual hulking gait. When he got close to her, he reached out and let her hand touch against the back of his, careful not to put his claws where she could hurt herself on them.
"I'm right here" he said as softly as a half-ton behemoth could muster. Unconsciously, his free hand reached out and patted the girl reassuringly on the head, the fish fins of her hat flapping around from the motion.
Knowing for a fact that any lighting down here was only activatable from panels on the surface, the child's inability to see in the dark was somewhat problematic for him. He would have to make a fair few twists and turns to get to their destination and it wasn't as though he could keep walking on and returning to her when she got lost.
Well, he could, but that would both take forever and terrify the hell out of the poor kid.
Realising what he was doing he stopped patting her head, his eyes looking at his massive clawed hand for a moment. He closed his hand into a fist and felt the sharp sting of his claws against his scaled skin. Holding her hand was out of the picture, so what then? Looking at the way his tail waved back and forth with a mind of its own meant that the likelihood of her getting by by holding that was just as likely as it knocking her into the water. He frowned, he really didn't have a lot of options.
"Hold still" he said authoritatively, his body shuffling in the dark.
A few seconds later, a gargantuan hand pressed against the little girl's backside and scooped her up off the ground, bringing her quickly through the air before plopping her down on his excessively broad shoulder. Of course, this was being accomplished without Molly being able to see what was going on, so he gave her a moment to try and get her bearings before removing his hand in case he needed to catch her or steady her position; all the while having to be incredibly careful of his natural weaponry.
"You good?" he asked speculatively, taking care with standing up so that he didn't shake too much. "Try and hold on if you can, kid. I can't keep too still when I'm movin'"
True to his word, Waylon's whole body swayed left and right with each footstep he took, a side effect of the curvature of his spine and the massive counterweight protruding from the back of him. He started off slowly to give her an idea for the rhythm, then gradually picked up the pace once he knew she wasn't going to fall.
"And it's Waylon, by the way."" he said almost in a mutter. He'd kept mum before out of habit and due to what had happened last time he tried to 'connect' with someone, but in the face of being called 'Mr. Dinosaur' it seemed preferable that she knew his name.
Besides, how much trouble could such a little kid cause him?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 4:57:16 GMT
The dinosaur man's hand was heavy on the top of her head, but she didn't care enough to complain because it meant he wasn't gone. Besides, it was something adults did to be reassuring. Her Mommy used to do it, carding her fingers through Molly's tangly dirty blonde hair, whenever she was upset.
At the order, and the retreating hand, Molly stiffened. She wasn't good at being still. The girl still fidgeted, the fins on her hat bobbling with the motion, as she waited silently in the darkness. She opened her mouth to ask why she needed to be still, if there was some sort of scary monster in the tunnel with them, when all of a sudden she was airborne.
Molly squeaked in surprise and scrabbled in a terrified fashion the moment her limbs met solid...scales? Curious fingers rubbed at the hard scale pattern before she nearly lost her balance and ended up being pushed back into position. She had no idea where she was but she was sitting on the dinosaur man. Probably near his head since she could feel the rumble of his much closer voice.
Despite the care he took with standing up Molly still tumbled forward with a terrified shriek at the motion. She didn't hit the ground, and as soon as he'd righted her she clung in fear to the nearest body part. It happened to be his head. Hopefully she wasn't covering his eyes.
She clung on for dear life as he started to move, swaying back and forth with the motion, and she closed her eyes tightly even though she couldn't see anything. The little girl nodded when he said his name: Waylon. "Could you always talk? Or did you eat magic brain cereal?" she asked him, conversationally, to get her mind off of how scary everything down here was. She was referencing a movie. After all, Old Lace couldn't talk. Not like Waylon could. Maybe that was how. Sometimes movies were true.
"Do you like hotdogs?" a pause. "Do- do you know any songs about friendship?" Because everyone knew that dinosaurs were the very best at friendship.
TAG: @croc
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 5:26:10 GMT
Ow.
Sucking air through his teeth, Waylon suppressed the urge to scold the kid for putting her hand straight into his left eye socket. Yeah, this form of travel was going to be very inconvenient for him, especially as he now had to keep his left eye closed so that the delicate jelly orb could be protected by the heavy scaled lid from the grubby little hand.
Relying on his right eye to see through the darkness was enough, as long as he didn't move too quickly and make her readjust the hold she had on his skull. Periodically he stopped to check a plaque and used the chance to roll his shoulders slightly to subtly change her position, hoping that he'd find one that wasn't so freaking awkward.
"'Course I could always talk" Waylon said with a frown forming under her delicate fingers. Magic brain cereal? The hell kind of imagination did this kid have?
It occurred to him a few moments later that the child must have been thinking that he was a dinosaur that became more human-like over time, as opposed to the reality that was very much the opposite. A part of him really didn't like this assumption and he would have begun to correct her, but it seemed her next topic of curiosity came without very much hesitation.
"Used to" he replied to her question, shrugging his shoulders and immediately cursing the decision as he had to fiddle with Molly's positioning having bounced her in the air.
"Don't get any hot dog carts down here though" he lamented as he put her back in place and continued to walk down the tunnels.
He paused for a long time when she asked him about friendship, the frown returning to his face. Coincidentally at that point he stopped to check his directions, giving the impression that he had stopped functioning completely as his breath was held during the pause for thought.
"Hold on, we gotta go a different way" he said finally, breaking his sudden silence. He tried to turn as slowly as possible as he did his 180 turn, but the clumsiness of his tail forced his body to move in a somewhat wide arc regardless. To Molly it must have felt like a dip on a rollercoaster.
Once they were back on their way Waylon sighed deeply, addressing the question he had been asked before.
"Sorry, kid" he grumbled a little forlornly. "I ain't got no friends."
At least, not in this universe anyway.
"And I doubt ma singin' would sound so great" he added, quickly pushing thoughts of 'home' out of his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 0:24:33 GMT
She opened her mouth to ask why there were no hotdog carts when she realized it was a stupid question. Of course it was hard to sell hotdogs in the dark where there was no people to buy them besides Waylon and sewage workers it smelled like poo. Instead she considered and asked. "What do you eat? How do you get food? Is there fish down here?" there was concern in her voice, but it was more for him finding yummy things to eat then anything else. Not being able to get a hotdog sounded so sad.
His turning, in the dark, was like riding space mountain. Slowly. And with less pretty flashing lights. She tightened her grip and giggled because his warning gave her the expectation of motion. It wasn't scary. He wouldn't drop her. This was fun! She stopped giggling when they evened out, but kept her smile, until he apologized.
Waylon had no friends? She gasped, horrified, at such a notion. "No friends?" she echoed, her quivering voice betraying her emotions. How could somebody exist with no friends? Were the sewage workers down here just as mean as the people up on the surface? Were they the reason he didn't have any friends? When he admitted that his singing voice probably wouldn't be any good she made a soft snorting noise and leaned her head against his.
"Singing isn't about sounding good," Molly confided, "It's about being happy! Especially songs about friendship," then, as if the bright idea had just popped into her little noggin Molly continued on excitedly. "I can be your friend!" she decided. "I can teach you some songs about friendship I know and find money to buy you a hotdog!" she released her grip on him with one hand and extended it faaaaar away from the other one on his head. "A reaaaaally big one!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 2:22:58 GMT
He couldn't answer that question. How was he supposed to explain to a child what starving felt like? That when push came to shove he swam for miles out of the harbour and hunted fish down in the ocean? Sure, it was good exercise but it was just so... sad. Thus he elected to ignore it, she would get interested in a different topic soon enough.
He wished she'd picked a different topic than this one though. He couldn't fight the flinch at her gasp and didn't know how to respond to her confirmation of what he'd said. That's right, a small kid who'd barely experienced a third of his life by the looks of it had more experience with friendship than he'd had in his entire existence.
He expected laughing and mockery, for her to suddenly gain the courage to find her way out alone because she didn't want to spend any more time with such a 'loser'. He definitely didn't expect for her to lay her head against his as if she was trying to reassure him. It felt nice. It felt warm.
"Don't make me laugh kid" he said through barely contained laughter, desperately trying to prevent the bobbing of his shoulders with each convulsion of his diaphragm. The were no maliciousness to his words, he simply worried for her safety if she continued.
"You don't needa do that kid" he said softly, raising his left arm to pat her on the head as gently as possible. "Trust me. You don't wanna be my friend. It comes with-"
He stopped, quickly pulling over into a side tunnel and poking his head around the corner. There were lights flickering down the direction they were going and the quiet sounds of conversation. Waylon's jaw clenched underneath Molly's grip, a perfect example for his sentence coming into view.
"Downsides"
His voice barely a whispered rumble in his throat, he slowly backed off down side tunnel as the group approached. He was trying to listen to what the conversation was about, seeing if they were ordinary sewer workers or perhaps one of the groups that had been sent to patrol these sewers since his escape on the surface. They'd been getting fewer and fewer recently, but he couldn't risk a run in with them while he had a defenceless child with him.
"Keep quiet" he whispered to the kid on his shoulder, her position lowering toward the ground as he made himself as small as possible. There was an unspoken tension in every fibre of his being as the lights grew brighter, and then-
A sigh of relief. Seemed like municipal workers down here for maintenance. Likely to fix that broken tunnel he saw the markings for a while back. Good. If they weren't hunting him then he could bypass them easily.
Wait.
He straightened up and turned his head so that his hot breath could be felt on the girl's chest. He still spoke quietly as to not give away his position, but it had lost a lot of the tension and hint of fear from before.
"Sewer workers." he stated so she would have the same information as him. It would be important for her to know so that she could answer his next question. One he asked with a strange reluctance he couldn't describe.
"They could probably get you outta here..." he started, his blood-red eyes averting from her before he could finish the sentence.
"If you'd rather go with them instead?"
Tag: @molly
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2018 3:11:24 GMT
Even though he hadn't voiced his fear Molly sensed it. She could feel it in the tenseness of his muscles, and in the way he tried to curl up small and unassuming in the sewer. If someone as big and scary as Waylon was afraid that was a logical reason to be terrified. The little girl scrunched her eyes shut and burrowed her face into the crook of the man's neck as best she could and bit back a tiny whimper at his order to stay quiet. Anything that could scare a giant dinosaur man she didn't want to see. Not that she could really see anyway.
It didn't help that Molly had a wild imagination. She was sure that there was some sort of giant sewer monster down here that ate other, nicer, monsters like Waylon. Maybe it was some sort of creepy worm with rows and rows of pointy teeth and a maw as wide as the tunnels. Maybe it was just something that lurked in the darkness and sucked the life out of you.
At first the kid didn't register Waylon's obvious relief. She kept her face tucked in his neck, feeling his voice as much as hearing it, when he explained why he'd stopped. It took a few moments for her brain to comprehend, but apparently he'd stopped because of sewer workers and not some terrifying monster that was about to rend them limb from limb. Molly shook her head in a wordless refusal against his neck before she opened her eyes and peeked past the man's chin to the bobbing light just barely splashing the tunnel beyond.
After being in pitch darkness the sudden light, dim as it was, made her squint. She could hear voices, human voices, and they didn't sound worried. Didn't they know what was down here? Unless they weren't afraid because they had some sort of weapon. Or were as mean as the people she'd first met with Ms Marvel. Molly considered the known and the unknown and decided it was better to stay with her new dinosaur friend. So far he hadn't hurt her or led her astray. Even if he didn't know any songs about friendship.
"I wanna stay wiff you," she mumbled.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2018 3:40:51 GMT
He was so unbelievably dumb.
Feeling the girl tuck herself into his neck and stay there, even after he reported the situation, brought a look of concern and confusion to his face. Why was she so afraid of a bunch of sewer workers? By every argument she should be much more comfortable being with them than with him... No. Wait. This wasn't about those people, it was about his suspicious activity when she was at the mercy of his ability to see in the dark. She was terrified because he wasn't being the confident adult he was meant to be.
He closed his eyes hard and resisted the urge to slap himself. He was just so... unused to this. To being responsible, to taking care of someone. He'd spent too much time alone in the dark fearing for his own safety that he hadn't considered what it meant for someone else to have to entrust their safety to someone like him. He was dumb. So very, very dumb.
For her to still say what she said, to feel more comfortable with him than with the approaching group, meant more to him than he could put into words. He actually had to fight to urge to cry. Turning a sniff into a sigh, he raised his hand up toward the girl again, this time bypassing the top of her head and instead carefully resting against her neck instead. Gently he pulled her head forward so he could rest his forehead against hers for a few seconds.
"Sorry, kid" he said almost inaudibly, then pulled his head away began to make his way away from the lights. He'd have to take a small detour, but it'd be best that they didn't see him if this escort was going to be uneventful.
Once they were a safe enough distance away to talk without alerting anyone, he tried to break the silence with something a little more jovial and less likely to depress him than wallowing in his own incompetence. He needed to keep this kid happy for as long as she was here, it was his responsibility as an adult.
"So Captain America huh?" he began when he eventually piped up. "Who came up with that cra-"
He paused. Even a half swear was probably off limits if he was trying to be good-
"… pooptastic name?" he finished, coughing a little uncomfortably as he used the girls own vernacular.
"Why am I picturing a god awful flag lookin' costume?" he added, chuckling very lightly at the thought that passed through his head.
"And here I thought that Batman was ridiculous"
He couldn't help the snark.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 2:42:55 GMT
The girl giggled at the insult to Captain America and the censoring both. It made sense that somebody who lived in a sewer had never seen the ostentatious superhero. "He does look like a flag!" Molly agreed with a guffaw. She'd never thought it was funny before, but when he put it like that it totally was. "He's got stars and stripes on him. And a fancy shield and helmet. He was Alex's favorite. He's super old, though."
She tipped slightly in her balance but managed to right herself as she attempted to convey just how old with a broad gesture. "Not old like you. I mean grandpa old. He fought in World War II. We learned about it in school. Nobody knew where he went after, because he vanished and stuff, until he popped up again. Did people used to brush their teeth back then?" she asked. "Because I don't think he ever brushed his teeth."
Her nose wrinkled at the memory, despite the fact she'd been in the sewer long enough now that the poop smell didn't bother her so much anymore. She zeroed in on a strange name. "Who's Batman? Is he a bat that turned into a man? Or a man with bat wings?" she asked, speculating excitedly. Then her voice hushed somewhat fearfully. "Is he mean?"
TAG: @croc
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2018 18:03:57 GMT
Waylon gave out a short laugh when the girl confirmed that the guy did in fact look like a flag. Seemed it wasn't just his old friend that had a penchant for wearing a ridiculous costume. He raised a hairless brow when she mentioned that the guy was extremely old. And that he 'disappeared' for a while and then came back. Had he fallen through a portal like he had? Did that mean there was a way home?
"I have no idea." he responded to her question about teeth brushing. "I ain't very educated. Didn't spend much time in school."
It was hard for him to admit to a girl this young that she was probably more educated than he was, but the fact of the matter was that between his skin condition and his family seeing profit in making him wrestle alligators they didn't see much reason for Waylon to go to school at all.
"Nah, neither of those" He said, laughing a little at her suggestions. Though to Croc the reality was funnier.
"He was a guy back where I'm from who went around dressed in this dull grey costume with a big black cape" he held his arms out wide to add emphasis, forgetting that Molly couldn't see them. "And he had this hood... hat... thing with pointy ears"
He looked over at her and idly reached up and flicked a claw against one of her fish flaps. "Kinda like your hat here I suppose. Only bat-like instead of fish like."
He shrugged lightly, remembering to restrain himself from a full shrug that would likely dismount her from his shoulder. Answering her hushed question was a difficult one. He didn't want to lie, but he also didn't want to sell his only friend short. He pondered for a moment and then decided he might as well give her the whole story, figuring she'd make her own decision.
"As for whether he's mean, well..." he stopped walking for a moment, his red eyes tilting diagonally in the dark as he cocked his head.
"When we first met we got into a fight. Not his fault I guess, I thought he was there to stab me or shoot me, like all the others." His right hand subconsciously ran over his left side searching for familiar scarring, but he found none. He wasn't surprised, after all this body wasn't his.
"Turned out he was after some other dude. Real nasty guy who'd been causin' problems up top" he continued both walking and talking. "On the surface I mean, not in the sewers where I lived."
"Eventually he found 'im, and I had to intervene before the bad guy blew em both sky high. Got shot a few times." He rubbed his chest with his hand. "Sure woulda liked to have been bulletproof back then I tell ya."
He paused, his eyes turning toward Molly in the dark.
"Sorry" he said quickly, realising that he went into far too many details, especially for a child. "Didn't mean to talk n' talk. Long story short, yeah, he's mean. But only to the bad guys."
Waylon's red eyes shifted up and down, showing Molly that he was slowly nodding.
"Best and only friend I've ever had."
It was a shame she couldn't see the smile on his face.
Tag: @molly
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2018 3:27:21 GMT
She loved hearing about Batman and his little hat with pointy ears. Molly's face stretched into a delighted smile and she giggled. A cape and a pointy hat would totally make a person look like a bat. Especially if they ran around holding the cape and flapping it behind them. Which is what she imagined Batman did. Otherwise he wouldn't have been a proper Batman.
Molly listened with rapt attention as he explained how he had first met this mysterious superhero. Her eyes widened in the darkness when he mentioned that they'd first gotten into a fight. "Shoot you?" the child echoed, sounding horrified and baffled as to why anyone would ever shoot such a nice dinosaur man.
The gasps she made when he mentioned that the bad guy was going to blow them up, and that Waylon had been shot a few times, were probably a little over dramatic. Still, it made it clear that she was listening. The child waved off his apology with her free hand. "I like stories~" Molly declared brightly.
"How'd you get bulletproof?" she asked. It was a power that sounded pretty handy. Not that she wasn't already basically indestructible when her powers were active. "And what-" her voice went quieter, tentative. He spoke of his friend in past tense. It was how her friends, though rarely, spoke of Alex. "What happened to Batman? Did he die?"
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