Enter The Gromble

[grombleness]

Who: The Gromble and ~you~
When: Late night, March 2nd
Where: The plaza
Style: Either
Status: Open!

[When The Gromble awakens, the first thing he notices is how wet he is. It's not the comforting sludge of his bed, it's almost like clean water. The Gromble just barely suppresses a shudder as one of the locals approaches with a welcoming kit. He's shocked to say the least when the human walks right up to him and shoves a fresh towel in his face, cheerfully telling him he should dry off before he gets sick. What in the name of the pool is wrong with that human?! Can't they see how terrifyingly hideous he is?

They must be drugged like those strange love-and-peace humans from a few decades back. It's the only acceptable explanation. No sane human wouldn't recoil from his grotesque visage!

Rather than wipe off his protective coat of grime he chooses to toss the towel to the side, red heels quickly click-clacking their way to the nearest garbage can and propelling him inside where he can safely read his pamphlet and observe the sparkling clean plaza. Truly, humans were absolutely unfathomable creatures, who would want to live in a place like this?

He remains there absorbing the information written in the pamphlet (the whole thing sounds ridiculous, really) until someone approaches the trash can. He's feeling pretty cranky, a good scare might cheer him up. He hunkers down, ready to loom at the person. Come at him, Vatheon.]

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this could end in tears

[paladaddy]

[Doop de doop, don't mind Shiro, he's just going home after a long day of doing things. He's kind of sleepy, but he still decides to stop by the plaza and touch that coral-thing before turning in for the night. It's been a few days.

But before he gets to the coral, he stops by a certain trash can to throw away the wrapper to a snack he had been eating. Vatheon is so nice and clean he would feel bad for littering.]

[grombleness]

[From what he can see, Shiro looks to be a priest. Always a safe scare target, very non-violent humans. In ancient times they were more dangerous and prone to trying to take out entire monster settlements, but now they're all just a bunch of preachers.

Gromble looms out of the trash can suddenly, increasing his size tenfold and letting out a horrific roar.]

[paladaddy]

[Well. That was unexpected.

Since the Gromble is very clearly not human and could possibly fall under the category of 'demon,' Shiro starts acting purely on instinct and training. He jumps back away from the trash can and draws his gun from the holster hidden beneath his coat. A moment later, he starts shooting at the Gromble.]

[grombleness]

[Out of all the things he expects a modern priest to be carrying, a bang and shoot is about the last on the list. Gromble quickly shrinks himself back down into the can to avoid being riddled with holes.]

What kind of priest are you?!

[The words are out before he even realizes it. All this being teleported about really has him on edge. He needs to find a sewer and get his bearings, this is just embarrassing.]

[paladaddy]

[Oh, so now the demon wants to play nice and talk things out. Shiro would be rolling his eyes if it hadn't happened a million times before.]

You have five seconds to get out of that trash can and explain yourself before I blast you back to Hell.

[replicatedcourage]

[Looks like it was Sola's turn to do the shopping again, which of course means he forgot a few things and had to run back to the store. He's got the tomatoes he'd left behind last time now and passes right by the trash bin on his way out of the plaza, humming and swinging the shopping bag a little in time with the music in his head, utterly unaware of the danger lurking just to his right.]

[grombleness]

[Gromble's not entirely sure what Sola is. He seems different from a human, but he's definitely not a monster. He thinks. Honestly, he's not sure how to approach this scare, or if he should even be scaring him. Are pointy-eared humans aggressive?

Well, that humming is unbearably on tune, so he'll scare him if only to make it stop.

Gromble pops out of the trash can just as he passes, emitting a deafening screech. He'll teach this human to sing at him!]

[replicatedcourage]

[The sudden appearance of a monster from the trash startles Sola mightily and he whirls around with a yelp, pegging the grey creature in the face (that's its face, right?) with the bag of tomatoes, resulting in a disgusting squelch. The bag leaves his hand, drooping across Gromble's face as Sola covers his ears from the painful screeching.]

Ow!!

[grombleness]

[The bag in the face is actually quite pleasing. It's like he just scared a little old lady! Gromble pops out of the trash can completely and starts to skitter away, giggling. He has no idea he just scared a hero type.]

[double_edged]

[Alister, on the other hand, had been looking for ways to pass the time, if there wasn't any immediate way to leave the city. Maybe scrounge up a few spare pieces, start some idle work on a project. And what better way to look for discarded materials other than the trash itself?

Rather than picking through the can, the Lombax just picks up the whole thing in itself, hefting it with ease and turning heel back to the apartments. His companion wouldn't mind a... minor mess, would he?]

[grombleness]

[The Gromble peers out of the can to see who's carrying him. A garbage man? Will he be returned to the dump?

No, this is... a very strange looking monster. His features are symmetrical and his fur is clean, the poor thing. Gromble rises up, fixing the monster with a droll look.]

Did the hippies here bathe you?

[double_edged]

[Was that... a Cragmite that just popped out? He wasn't even aware anything living had been in this thing. But, no. No, this was some other species; presumably one of the natives of this city.

The General stops a moment, raising his brow at the unexpected eavesdropper. Instinct urges him to just throw the can, pull out his wrench and blast the wretched thing, though he's missing a crucial part of that line of thinking.

The smell of this beast was revolting enough to, anyway.]

'Hippies'? I can take care of myself, thank you.

You, on the other hand, I'm half-tempted to roll right back into the sea.

[grombleness]

[Gromble was in this can first, thank you very much!]

Come now, there's no need to be rude just because someone cleaned you up. We can find a nice dump soon enough. Would you happen to know where the nearest one is?

[terribubbly]

[ Feferi looks like a total mess when she passes through the plaza. She was just making a quick detour to say hello to Lamufao, and then it was going to be off to get herself cleaned up. Though she's usually well put together, she looks half-feral and is filthy from an island adventure she'd gone on that earlier that night.

There appears to be a distinctly irate hermit crab caught in her hair as well as some interesting shells. Is that a piece of driftwood? And... blood? Definitely blood, but not her own. She'd definitely been up to something, that was for sure.

All in all, she seemed quite cheery about her current state. Hey, she was nautical aristocracy, it was her job to be wildly eccentric. ]

[grombleness]

[Oh, how fortuitous, another monster! But why isn't she trying to scare the humans? They don't seem afraid of her at all! There's something very wrong with the humans here. The Gromble pops out of the trash can when he spots Feferi, clacking over and clearing his throat to get her attention.

Oh, her face is awfully symmetrical. The poor dear.]

Excuse me, but might I ask you a few questions about this place?

[Always best to be polite with a strange monster.]

[terribubbly]

[ Oh, wow! He was... really kind of adorable, wasn't he? She grins down at, and makes a few ridiculous glubbing sounds. ]

You've got me on your line, you might as well reel me in, don't you think? Ask away!

[grombleness]

[What sharp looking fangs!]

Why is it that the humans are so... unafraid here? It's downright eerie.

childhood meet childhood

[hecklinghare]

Okay...so maybe it had been a rather bad idea to let fish sort of mutate in his trashcan back home. It had been a rather busy week and trash was the last thing on Bugs mind. Actually, it wasn't really in his mind at all- this was mostly automatic. Open the trash can, dump the trash, see the monster, close the trash can. The usual really.

"Wait a second...."

His ear twitches and he shakes a little as he opens the trash can to make sure he'd seen what he'd thought he'd saw.

[grombleness]

[Disoriented from being in a new place, the Gromble fixates on Bugs' ears. He pops out yelling.]

ICKIS! HOW DARE YOU CLOSE THE LID ON ME, YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE MAGGOT!

[hecklinghare]

Ah...ha...Bugs simply stares at whatever just jumped out of the the trashcan.

"Uh..." He shakes his head and covers his eyes, "Nu uh. If I don't see it....it ain't. Hey wait a minute!" Bugs uncovers his eyes and glares at The Gromble, "I ain't no Ickis."

[grombleness]

He blinks slowly a couple times. No, Ickis might be unfortunately cute, but he's certainly not this cute. And this fellow is clean, too! Why, if he didn't know better, he'd say this is an ACTUAL talking rabbit!

"Oh, my. You aren't, are you? So much for finding a familiar face here."

[ms_potts]

[Pepper is scanning through recent entries in the SFC as she walks, not entirely paying attention to her surroundings. As she passes the trashcan she switches the view over to her to-do list... complete with ridiculous entries from Tony.]

I really wish he'd stop updating this thing without my knowing.

[delete delete delete...]

[grombleness]

[A human with... what is that? It's some sort of device, he can hear the beeping. It doesn't look like a camera. The Gromble pauses to analyze Pepper before attempting a scare. Young woman, all alone at night, no strange bulges on her clothing indicating that she's carrying a bang and shoot...

He should be safe.

He pops out of the trashcan and looms a bit, doubling his size and wailing at her.]

[ms_potts]

[WHATTHEHELLISTHATTHING?!

Pepper shrieks and drops her SFC, stumbling backwards. Miraculously she doesn't trip over her high heels (she's pretty good with those things after all).]

[grombleness]

[The Gromble giggles to himself a bit, leaping out of the trash can and skittering off at top speed. It's never a good idea to let a human get a good look at what just scared them, after all. He's got to find a good dump to hide in, now.]