Nun nun nun nun nun, Beast Boy! [Active]

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Character(s): Beast Boy, Kronk, Carbuncle, whoever else pops up.
Content: Beast Boy has decided to hang out around the gate he was sent through, looking around and wondering 'wtf.'
Setting: Nearby Joutenheim inner gate area after being admitted.
Time: Late afternoon close to dusk, week2
Warnings: None yet, except for green shapeshifters.

'So... I'm green...' Beast Boy thought, observing people walk by. He had his chin in his fist, and was swinging one of his legs back and forth while his elbow rested on the opposing knee. He quirked a brow as he watched another blonde blue-eyed roam by, zombie-like as ever. Theory one; they were all clones of one another. Theory two; they were all androids. Yes, creepy androids... Theory three; ... ZOMBIES. LOTS OF ZOMBIES. Theory four; zombie-clone-androids. He crinkled his nose a little, sticking out his bottom lip in a sort of pouty scowl. What the hell was up with this damn place? He shook his head a little, before shifting off his station on a rock--rather shiny one at that, which was hurting his butt--and shifted into a flying squirrel. He hopped up off the ground, with a much-much smaller version of his journal dangling from his neck on the strap he asked for, and he seemed satisfied when he landed on the rock that his theory about the place was correct. It would adjust to his animal forms just as everything else did.

So with that, he jumped off the rock and up towards a tree, scampering along it before gliding to another, lower one. He didn't like these trees, they were rather fake, and he seemed to be the only 'animal' in sight. And in scent distance, as he only smelled weird animal-like smells and he wasn't too sure about them. So he hopped along his branch, calmly making his merry green way over it and to a fence outside a building. Perhaps he could see someone he knew if he kept roaming around... but maybe not too far from the gate, he didn't like the idea of losing where it was... As he had yet to figure out this weird journal thing... Which reminded him of Cyborg, so he made sure to get one that was colored similarly to Cyborg.

So, he just sat there, as a squirrel. He would likely turn himself into something that could actually fly soon enough, just to get a good look around the place. He would enjoy that very much, if he could keep an eye on the ground below him. But, for now, he was just cute.

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Kronk frowned at that question, trying to puzzle out a proper answer to that. It was a bit confusing, actually... "Hmm... I'm not sure, actually," he said, trying to work out all the details. Sure, he'd been involved in some "evil" schemes, but at the same time, Kuzco hadn't exactly been the nicest person in the world, either... "Emperor Kuzco was kind of a jerk, and he probably deserved being turned into a llama... He was even going to raze some village to build himself a summer home before he got transformed and all..."

That seemed to Kronk to be good reason to want Kuzco knocked off... Or at least disabled in some (hopefully not too violent) way to keep him out of the public eye. The llama thing had ~seemed~ like it might work, but Yzma had still thought Kuzco was a threat...

"I guess Yzma wasn't exactly nice, either, though," the muscular man admitted. "She did tell me to do one or two things that my shoulder angel didn't like very much... We'd actually just tracked Kuzco down right before I got here, and she threw me this knife and told me to kill him with it..."

Kronk pulled out the crooked blade that had been one of the few things to follow him to this strange land. "But I've never... You know... stabbed anyone before... I didn't really want to do it, and I was trying to figure out what I should do, and Yzma got all nasty about it and yelled at me for being slow. And she even went and insulted my cooking! That was the last straw, so I dropped a chandelier on her... Well, I tried to anyway. I actually missed, which is kind of funny, because that usually works..."

The former evil henchman blinked, "Does that make me a bad guy or a good guy?"

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Still Beast Boy listened to Kronk with a patience that was rare of him, but he supposed it was best to listen. If this man was a villain... he'd be a villain like Doctor Light, he figured. The guy wasn't too smart, but he could be capable if he got a good idea going... like with Kole and Gnark thing.

Chuckling some when Kronk mentioned a shoulder angel, he tilted his head to the side and decided that no, Kronk was not really a bad guy. Reaching a gloved hand out, he took the odd knife from him and examined it with vague amusement, before looking back up to the henchman. He gave a slight shrug, before offering it back with his thumb and index supporting on the non-sharp flat part.

"No. I think it makes you a good guy and your boss a bad guy. People who insult cooking that might actually be good tend to be bad guys, or just weird." Like Raven. Then again, whenever Starfire cooked, she thought her food was good... so nevermind. He grinned a bit with a great deal of amusement, however, at the chandelier thing. "How'd it not work? I mean, I've seen a lot of things, and it does usually work!"