vatheon | Enter The Gromble

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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[He's being treated like a little bonsty! The Gromble huffs, placing his hands on his hips and looking defensive. He knows his scare protocol, excuse you Shiro!]

You priests haven't carried weapons for hundreds of years now! It should have been a perfectly safe scare.

[Shiro kind of just stares at the Gromble for a moment, because hello differences in worlds!]

...yeah you're definitely from a different world.

[And he's holstering his gun, because yeah, the Gromble definitely isn't a threat then. And if he's from a different world, holy bullets might not affect him anyway.]

If you're going to go around scaring people, I'd suggest picking your targets carefully. This is a multi-world hub, and what you see as a 'harmless scare' would be taken as a threat to some people.

[He watches Shiro suspiciously, trying to not roll his eyes at being told to pick his targets carefully. He knows that you nitwit human! The last thing he says does catch The Gromble's attention proper, though. He reaches for the dirty pamphlet tucked into his belt and retrieves it, waving it around.]

...are you trying to say this isn't just a load of crap? I thought these humans were... you know.

[He mimes smoking. Hippies.]

[See Shiro was a teenager during the 70s, so he knows allllllll about hippies. And that actually gets a snicker out of him.]

Nah, it's being truthful. You've got the natives, who're probably the people you met already, and then there's the people from other worlds, who are more normal.

[He's not entirely sure he can believe it, but sure enough, all the other humans are continuing about their business even though he's out in the open chatting. No one's even attempting to flash him or organize an angry mob!

There might be some truth to what the human is saying, after all.]

Well, this is all really quite fascinating, and the brochure is appreciated, but it utterly fails at mentioning WHY WE ARE HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!

[Don't mind the rapid changes in vocal tone from sweet to screaming, that's just his thing.]

[The yelling is understandable, but goddamn that breath. Shiro might be leaning back a bit from it.]

I've been asking that since I got here, and there's been no answers. You just get brought here, and eventually you get sent home.

[He does not like being tugged about like this, not one little bit. Shiro's calm demeanor does a lot to keep him from trying to scare again, at least.]

Ugh.

[Well, the brochure does say they'll be provided for. He needs to fill his sac if he's going to continue to talk in such an oxygen rich environment.]

I don't suppose there's a good dump or sewer anywhere nearby?

[Oh so he does live in a dump. That explains the bad breath.]

I dunno, you'd have to ask the natives. I'm sure they have a dump somewhere, they take care of the trash and all. As for the sewers, just look for a manhole and hop in.

I hope so. This place is just unnaturally clean. I think I may be getting ill. I didn't see any manholes, though. I may just have to find a toilet.

[Not to vomit in, of course, but to flush himself down.]

[He's never heard of a demon getting sick from being in a clean place, but then again maybe the Gromble's world is different.]

Well, the natives are all really accommodating. If they don't have anything right now, I bet they could make you a place. It might not be in any of the apartment buildings, though, since the smell would just annoy your neighbors.

[The Gromble is also nocturnal if he can help it, so he would prefer to live away from humans anyway.]

I think that would be preferable for both parties. Well, Mr. Priest, this has been most enlightening. Allow me to assure you that monsters were I am from do not harm humans, we only scare them. There is no need to take out the bang and shoot if you see me again.

[Shiro's welcome to accompany him on his dump quest of course, but the Gromble doesn't like feeling as weak as he does right now.]

[That's cool, he'll avoid the smelly places for now.]

It's Shiro, and I'll be sure not to shoot at you anymore. If you need anything else, just ask over the starfish.

[Since he's still technically the Paladin, he feels responsible for the non-humans, even here in Vatheon. He'd rather be available to sort out problems than leave the Gromble to his own devices and have a mess to clean up later.]

[Humans introducing themselves. Well, that is new. His mother taught him proper manners, so he will follow suit.]

I am the Gromble. On the starfish, you said?

[He did see something... oh yes, here it is.]

Hmm. Is it like a telephone?

[Shiro introduces himself to pretty much everyone he meets. It makes friends easier, and if someone dangerous actually shows up in Vatheon he'd rather be the target than anyone else.]

Sort of, except you can do video calls too.

[Video? A monster's worst nightmare! He doesn't want to be recorded! The Gromble looks at the device warily.]

Yes, well, I don't believe I'll be making use of that function. Most humans do not react so amicably to monsters.

[Shiro doesn't seem so bad though, really. It's entirely possible he's just trying to trick the Gromble into lowering his guard, but he'll accept the help for now.]

Could you direct me to the nearest toilet?

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