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

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

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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The shapeshifter wasn't the only one confused about the nature of the strange domed city. Things had become fairly confusing for the newest entry through the gates. He had been standing in Yzma's secret laboratory... Well, maybe secret was too strong a word, since Kuzco apparently knew where it was. Maybe "semi-secret"... or "quasi-secret"... or it could just be called "Yzma's laboratory" now, and have the "secret" part dropped entirely. Yeah, that sounded right.

But at least one part of it had been a secret still, right up until Yzma had pulled that hidden lever, sending a bewildered Kronk falling through a trapdoor in the floor. The muscular henchman wasn't sure where he'd ended up, but it didn't look like it was anywhere near the palace. Who would have known Yzma would have a trapdoor that led to an oddly-designed foreign city?

Kronk wasn't quite sure what to do with the journal he'd been given, either. It wasn't made of paper, for one thing... As far as he knew, journals were little blank books that you wrote about yourself in. He hadn't ever seen the mechanical kind. The people looked a little weird, too, since they all seemed fairly identical. They weren't entirely helpful, either. None of them seemed to know anything about Yzma or Kuzco.

He'd even asked his shoulder angel and devil if they knew where he was, but they had been as clueless as he was. He didn't think he was dead, though, because he was pretty sure one of them would recognize the terrain wherever he ended up, if that was the case.

And then... he saw it. One creature he did recognize. Well... He sort of recognized it, anyway. He had never seen a green squirrel before, but he supposed it might have to do with its diet or breeding. Perhaps it was from a subspecies that had developed a specialized form of camouflage as a way of defending itself against predators. He supposed he would just have to ask, since he was very curious about this development.

He walked up to the small animal, cleared his throat, and spoke in his best squirrel, "squeak squeaker sqeaken squeak!"

Kronk smiled at the greeting he was given, and continued on with a string of 'squeaker squeaks' introducing himself, asking for the squirrel's name, and commenting cheerfully on the fact that he'd never seen a green squirrel before and were there many more of them in the town?

Of course, by this point, he was starting to attract a large number of stares from people passing by. He remained blissfully unaware of the attention, however. If they were ~that~ interested, he could always teach them some basic squirrel, so they could get in on the conversation too. He'd found that most people didn't take him up on that kind of offer, though. A pity - knowing the language of some of the more common animals had come in quite handy on multiple occasions throughout his life. Why just the other day, he'd had a wonderful conversation with another squirrel, who'd had a bad experience with the Emperor-turned-llama... Too bad they'd had to cut the chat short so Yzma could go find and kill Kuzco... He'd invited Bucky to come visit him sometime later... but that could be hard if he couldn't figure out where he actually ~was~ now. He'd just have to ask about that as well.

Kronk's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change. That had been... really unexpected! Not entirely unheard of, though. Perhaps just a bit on the weird side. But not too much... Yzma did that kind of thing to people, she just had to actually use some kind of bizarre transformation potion to do it...

"Ah, that's pretty neat," Kronk said in an appreciative tone. "Most people need some kind of potion or spell to pull off something like that... Do you do it often, or does it take a lot of energy and concentration?"

"Well, that makes a lot of sense," Kronk agreed. He would have imagined that large animals would be harder to mimic. "Fortunately for you, most animals aren't that big," he pointed out. There were some, of course... whales, for one... But most creatures were smaller than humans, not bigger.

Of course, Kronk could instantly see some disadvantages to being a small animal. For one thing, it was a lot easier to get injured by accident. He didn't expect there would be a lot of reasons to turn into a bug, for example. People liked to squish bugs. No, better to be something bigger...

"I knew someone who got turned into a llama," he remarked conversationally. "My boss, Yzma, was actually trying to kill him and take over his empire, but her poisons and potions were all badly labled, and he got transformed instead..."

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?"

Kronk smiled at Beast Boy's explanation. It made him feel a little better, at least. He would actually much rather be a good guy than a bad guy. It reminded him of his good old Junior Chipmunk days, where he'd learned to be honorable and good and how to survive on his own and speak squirrel and tie knots and... well, a lot of things...

"Oh, the chandelier thing?" he asked in response to the question. "Well... see, the chandelier was really fancy... and it had this hole in the center, about this big around," Kronk held his hands apart to demonstrate the size of hte hole. "And Yzma is really really skinny, so... She slipped right through the center."

"Actually, she's usually described as scary beyond reason," Kronk informed his green companion. "But 'creepy toothpick person' probably isn't that far off... She is amazingly skinny... and old... I'm not sure ~how~ old, though... She was the emperor's adviser for many, many years." Just how many was a mystery to Kronk. In fact, he wasn't sure if even Yzma knew how long she'd been around. He just knew it was a long time... A ~really~ long time!

Kronk recoiled slightly as Beast Boy changed his expression, but quickly reverted to an amused smile as the other commented on Yzma's age. "Yeah, creepy is right," he agreed. "But I'm not sure she's ~that~ old... I could be wrong, though. She's pretty clever, and she can come up with some really complicated schemes. She was originally going to turn Kuzco into a flea, put him in a box, put that box in another box, mail the box to herself, and then smash it with a hammer... But the poisoning thing was cheaper... And not as time-consuming, either. Of course... It didn't exactly work. And we didn't even get to finish our whole meal, which was a real shame... I made spinach puffs, and they turned out really well."

Actually, the missed dinner had been the most disappointing part of that evening for Kronk. He'd worked pretty hard on that meal, and most of it had gone to waste.

Kronk nodded in agreement, "It did have its charm, I'll admit." In fact, the sheer diabolical complexity of it all would have almost made it worth it. But, of course, they had gone with their ill-fated alternate plan instead. He wondered if the flea plan would have actually worked... But more than that, he was overjoyed to hear Beast Boy's comment on the spinach puffs!

"So, you're a vegetarian, hmm? You only eat vegetables, then, I take it? No meat for you!" Well, he could work with that! Besides his spinach puffs, he had a bunch of other recipies he could try... "I'll have to make you something then! Of course, we'd need ingredients... And somewhere to cook them with... Pots and pans would be useful too, and probably some silverware and maybe a spatula..."

"A job as a cook?" Kronk sounded surprised by the suggestion, even though it was probably the most obvious career path for him. It was far better than the whole henchman gig had been... And it would let him do something he absolutely loved to do! Not to mention, he'd cooked for an emperor ~and~ knew diner lingo... So he could cook in practically any type of establishment!

"Yeah... you might be on to something there!" he said excitedly. "A cooking job... Kronk the chef... With chef's specials, daily soups, lots of delicious deserts, and even side salads... Oh yeah... It's all coming together... We have a plan!"

And then a thought hit him, and he looked puzzled instead, "Uh... I don't know where any diners or restaurants even are, though..." Obviously, he hadn't had time to walk around and get to know the city. Apparently, his grand plans would have to wait. "I guess we should probably get to know the city a little more first..."

Kronk leaned over to get a look at what Beast Boy was doing, leaning against the fence as he watched the screen. He hadn't yet taken the time to figure out how the little box worked, but apparently his new friend was familiar with that sort of thing. Kronk reached down to his waistband, where he had clipped the journal he'd been given. His hadn't been given a neck strap with his own journal, but it wasn't a bad idea... It looked like it came in handy.

And, since the journals apparently had a map of the city in them, he decided that he would probably have to learn how to use the things before too much longer... They couldn't be that hard to figure out...

"All right there..." he said, peering down at the tiny screen. "None of this looks the least bit familiar to me... Doesn't seem logical for Yzma to have a trapdoor leading to an entirely different country, but then, I wasn't sure how we got back to her secret... er... not-so-secret laboratory before Kuzco did... That one didn't make much sense either..." He apparently wasn't aware he was rambling on again, but he snapped out of it after a moment, "So... I take it we're here?" he asked, pointing to a blinking dot. "Any idea where we need to go from here?"

Kronk pondered the many places the two of them could go... There were an awful lot of dots on that map, and all of them seemed to contain something of interest. He was almost tempted to go to the grocery store right away and get ingredients, but he didn't exactly have somewhere to take them, once he was done. They needed somewhere to stay... "Maybe the hotel, or one of the places for rent?" he suggested. "The hotel would be better if we're only going to be here for a short time, but if we're stuck here for too long, it's probably cheaper to rent somewhere... Though we could always rough it if we had to... I've had plenty of survival training. Not that I usually use it in the middle of a city... Usually I save it for the jungle."

"Most places do," Kronk said matter-of-factly. But it would probably still be cheaper than both of them paying the normal human rate. Kronk didn't actually mind getting in for less money by using a little trick. It wasn't exactly unfair, since the kid ~could~ be an animal... "It's still our best bet, though... I've got some cash on me that should get us by for a few days - assuming that the exchange rate isn't too bad, that is..."

"Oh, well... We could always sell something to make extra money," Kronk suggested, even though he didn't exactly have a lot of extra items on his person that might be considered valuable. He paused in consideration of this fact, then pulled out the crooked knife again. "Like this... I don't have that much use for it, and it might fetch a decent price on the market... It's of... uh... interesting design..." There was also his hat... but he didn't want to get rid of that if he didn't have to. He rather liked that particular piece of clothing.

He tucked the weapon back into his belt, "But let's see how far the money we have gets us first. We may not have any problems at all, especially if you're posing as a squirrel... or dog... or cat... or parakeet... or gerbil... or gecko... or turtle... or... ah, well, you get the picture... Just so long as you're not a llama. Most places don't allow those."

"I was in the Junior Chipmunks when I was younger," Kronk told his friend proudly. "We learned all the common woodland animal dialects. Squirrel's one of the most useful, obviously, since there's so many of them, but I know a few others as well. I've gotten a little rusty at some of them, I admit, but I still speak them all pretty well." Of course... he didn't know when the next time he'd get to use any of those would be. Besides Beast Boy, there didn't seem to be much in the way of other animal life around. At least, not that he'd seen. It was entirely possible he just needed to look harder. Animals could be very good at staying undetected, after all.

"Well, maybe it took a lot of patience, but I think it all paid off... Talking to animals seems to be a rare skill these days, unfortunately," Kronk said, though he couldn't see a good reason for that. "Most people just don't want to bother, I guess. Most people are surprised that I can, but I'm sure they could learn it too, if they tried. Comes down to the inherant laziness of our society or something, I suppose. Nobody wants to learn extra languages unless they absolutely have to. And if they ~do~ learn them, they always pick other human languages for some reason..." Personally, Kronk liked to think that being able to talk to animals gave him a unique advantage in some situations, especially since nobody else bothered to learn how.

"Being able to talk to animals is handy, honestly... me and my friends got stuck in a prehistoric underground thing once, and I tried to tell the raptors that we were just lost, but they wanted to eat us anyways..." Beast Boy chuckled a little, darker green eyes turning to look back to Kronk. "Point is of that and anything else is that when you can communicate with creatures that are natural inhabitants of the area you're in, you get bonuses." He grinned a customary Beast Boy grin, before Gar nearly jumped at the sensation of being run into, using his hand and the fence to stabilize himself after being rolled into.

"Er?" he looked down, and nearly jumped again when he saw who... no, what... what it was that ran into him. "Hey there?" he said calmly, like one addressing a child... because normal people don't go 'mii,' he should know. He twitched an ear, before deciding to release a very, very, very feline sounding purr down at him, brief and low. He knew communicating with animals quite well, and even if he was green, Garfield Mark Logan knew that when you rolled into people clutching your tail, and exclaiming 'mii' spontaneously afterwards... well. You were odder than a green teenager who could shapeshift into animals.

Kronk stared down at the newcomer with an expression of amused interest. This Paixao place certainly had some unusual individuals... First Beast Boy, and then... Whoever and whatever this one was. "Well now... A little furry, naked half-human boy," he said, sounding far more intrigued than disturbed by the sight of the completely nude summon. Not that he didn't think it was odd that the boy had no clothes on... But considering the odd patches of unusually-colored fur that he ~did~ have (not to mention the tail), he obviously wasn't exactly a normal human anyway.

He crouched down so that he wasn't looming over the newcomer and spoke in a friendly tone, "Hey there, little guy... What's your name?"

"He's lost," Beast Boy tilted his head a little, before squatting next to Kronk and across from Carbuncle. Pulling one of his grey gloves off, he extended his hand and put it on the confused summon's shoulder. He doubted he would enjoy being touched with cloth right now, he wasn't wearing any and it kind of hinted that... he wasn't human to begin with. At least, with Beast Boy's overactive imagination, that's what it seemed to be. His theories were never so right before in his life.

He thought a moment, before he chittered somewhat... it was slightly squirrelish, but he also throwed in a little bit of a sort of purring from a feline. He was trying to immitate the 'mii's' as much as possible, and try to figure out how they worked. He was smarter than most people thought, when concerning communication like this. Doing the 'mii-ish' noises again, he tried to explain this place was Paixao, and he wasn't sure how he got here himself. He tried to also ask Carbuncle for his name, while explaining his was 'Gar,' just for sake of not having to figure out how to keep the creature from perhaps freaking out at the name of 'Beast Boy.' Beasts normally weren't reguarded kindly in some cultures, so...

"I can't understand a word he's saying..." Kronk said, sounding a little surprised. Whatever the little guy was, he wasn't related to any of the woodland animals Kronk knew of. It looked like his translating skills would be useless at the moment. He was sure he could pick it up, eventually, if he had enough time to work on it... But unless Beast Boy was getting through somehow, talking might be hard for quite a while.

He reached out a hand to Carbuncle, sensing that the other was scared of him. "It's okay. I won't hurt you," he said soothingly. "My name's Kronk... I guess you can't tell me yours, though, huh?"

Gar's ears twitched when Carbuncle tried to pronounce his name, chuckling somewhat and grinning in a friendly manner. "Geh, ar." He pronounced lightly for him, tilting his head somewhat with the grin still there. He chitter-purred a little again, telling him he did nicely for his first try. Laughing at the slap, Beast Boy seemed to interpret it as Carbuncle had intended; he gave high-fives to Cyborg all the time, so...

"He's cool with us, Kronk. I think he just tried to give you a high-five." Now, after Carbuncle gave one to Kronk, the green Titan offered up his hand, palm-out, to the little summon gone humanoid. If he had a dog tail--which he could if he felt he wanted to--he would've been wagging it in the national, well-understood sign of friendliness. He considered it a moment, before deciding that one ting at a time would work out well enough. Trying to get Carbuncle to say his own name was his first goal.

"Yeah, I got that much," Kronk agreed, reaching over to give the summon a friendly pat on the head. "Looks like we're already pals! That's great... I wonder where the little guy came from... He looks kinda like someone Yzma might have given some kind of weird potion to. It would explain why he looks so human... Maybe she dropped him down the same trapdoor she dropped me down?" It made some sense... Though there were plenty of other explanations as well. "Or he could be from around here, and not know anything at all about Yzma," the former henchman admitted. "Which is probably more likely, since I've never seen him before and don't really understand his language..."

Kronk gave Carbuncle a big grin, "But maybe we can teach each other our own languages, so we can understand each other... You look like you might be able to speak a human language, if you had some practice... And I'd love to learn yours..."

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