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vatheon2013-03-03 02:23 am
grombleness) wrote in vatheon2013-03-03 02:23 am
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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.]
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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But then the little... thing is scooting off, and the General feels the need to follow, lowering the trash bin to the ground. He's intrigued by this strange behaviour, and maybe he wants to find out more.]
What is your obsession with being so vile? Aren't you concerned with falling ill?
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[He looks back at Alister incredulously. Fall ill from being dirty? What a ridiculously human concept!]
...are you not a monster?
[He has no idea what a loaded question he's asking.]
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Fastoon, Tachyon... being one of the main factors in his home planet's downfall, becoming a menace to Polaris, and finally, nearly ending the Universe itself. Trying to kill the only remnant he'd have left of home, and doing more harm than good. That's what monsters were known for, weren't they?
A sad smile spreads on the old General's face, stepping forward a bit more hesitantly this time. Finally, he had a true title for himself; 'rebel' was far too heroic.]
Yes. I am.
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Well then, you should know, shouldn't you? Oxygen-rich environments like this are deadly to a monster. We thrive in filth, in sewage, in horrible rotting garbage.
[Alister should be embarrassed that The Gromble has to tell him all this. What is he, a bonsty? He's way too big to be a bonsty.]
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Then perhaps you should see my last home. If filth is what you're so desperate for, I don't think you'll be disappointed.
[Besides, who doesn't love giant dead robot corpses?]
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[Ah, but here they are! The junkyard. The Gromble takes a deep breath. Not much rotting, but plenty of oil around.]
Much better. It needs some work, but this should suffice until I discover why the humans have kidnapped us.
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[Nearly, because they've already arrived at a similar location, it seems.]
...how much more filth do you need?
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[It's not his fault that he's made the way he is, Alister, don't judge! He just needs a really filthy place to recharge and he'll be able to safely walk around Vatheon after filling his breathing sac.]
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[In other words: suck it up and stop whining, Gromble.]