[who are you and what have you done with char]

[rivalkidneypunch]

[It's the DARNDEST THING. If you've been paying attention to Char (lord only knows why you would want to do that), you might have perhaps noticed that he's been acting kind of strange ever since Green showed up. Oh, he's still stirring up trouble and backsassing his superiors, but there have been these peculiar episodes where he's... actually pretty mellow. Whoa.

He's even been showing up to a few classes here and there. Whoa.

So at some point during the week, you might have run into him doing one of the following things:

1. Dragon!Char's been out on the campus green, practicing that flying thing. He's gotten halfway decent at it -- once he manages to get up in the air, he can cruise along well enough, except for a tendency to list to the right. That membrane he tore earlier's still not perfectly healed, apparently. It's the technical stuff that's harder. Expect a lot of clumsy takeoffs, faceplant!landings, and attempts at turns and swoops that send him doinking off stuff. You might wanna duck -- he's practicing his swoops right about now, and calling them "sloppy" would be a little too generous a term.

2. The dorm common room seems like a nice place to relax, right? And people say that pets are also great at easing stress. Surely that still counts if the pet in question is a six-foot-long maneating death spider, right? Skulltulas are totally cute and cuddly. On the bright side, Rasputin's probably not gonna do a whole lot of maneating: Char's got Rasputin practicing tricks, so expect a lot of rolling over and balancing bits of hot dog on its face instead. Maybe if you ask nice, Rasputin will perform a trick for you. Or give you a piggyback ride. ...Spiderback ride. Whichever.

3. Oddly enough, Char's decided to go to a place where he sincerely doubts he'll run into any of his friends: the library. Firebutt and his... uh... firebutt... have tucked themselves away in a corner in the back. So what's he up to? Cutting class? Napping? Engaging in arson? Nope. He... he appears to have a notebook open. And a textbook. And an expression of complete and utter confusion. If one didn't know better, one might say he's... actually attempting to do homework. But that would be crazy, right?]

((OOC: Yeah. Action logging of great justice. Hooray for indecision! Just... pick a scenario and label it in your tag, and everything's golden.))

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[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Once again, Rasputin's front legs rose up, and Char gave him another nudge. "Back it up, broski," Char snapped. "Look, rat. You wanna pet him, go for the abdomen. He's just gonna chomp down on you if you keep gettin' in his face."

Char motioned to Rasputin, who reluctantly rolled over onto his back, still eyeing that tasty mousey thing the whole while. Gosh, surely there is no sight more precious than a billion long nasty legs waving in the air. What an endearing fellow that Rasputin was. "There. He likes tummy rubs, and he can't bite you if you're all the way down there."

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

This tasty mousy thing didn't find those legs nasty at all. She'd seen worse and nastier in String Shot attacks (in her personal opinion, at least). Amp didn't mind giving tummy rubs, no siree.

So she dove right onto its stomach with her paws, rubbing and rubbing until she couldn't rub anymore. She might have been a little rough, but otherwise, the petting might not have been too bad. Her cheeks sparked, an indication that she was obviously having fun. She liked this... thing. Whatever it was.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh, dinner was giving tummy rubs. Rasputin was very okay with this. He made a bunch of gross clicky noises that were maybe probably the sort of wretched noises a Skulltula made when it was content. Amp need not have worried about being rough -- this spider, after all, had been raised by Char. Roughness was simply a fact of life.

"See, that ain't so bad, is it? Y'really like Rasputin, don'tcha, rat?" He studied Amp for a second more -- or to be specific, he studied her tail. "...And you're a girl, too. I thought chicks were s'posed to be grossed out by spiders."

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

Amp was particularly unfazed by strange spidery noises. She was rarely bothered by other animals and Pokemon unless they literally did wind up doing her harm. While Rasputin intended it, it hadn't been successful, so Amp was being a bit daring and trying to befriend the thing anyway.

She shook her head in response to Char. She clearly wasn't bothered by them at all. She probably couldn't stay this way for long, though. Maybe the spider would enjoy tummy rubs and other such things while she's human.

And so she slapped on her wristband.

There was now a human Pikachu flopped right next to Rasputin. "Hi!"

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh no where did the little delicious thing go why was this person there suddenly WHAT SORT OF WITCHCRAFT WAS THIS? Rasputin just kinda. Wiggled his legs in bemusement.

Char just kinda nodded at the ratgirl. Not the friendliest of greetings, but by Char's standards, that was friendly.

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

LEG-WIGGLING. Amp had to go for pokin' at the legs. Poke poke, poke poke, poke pokemon. It was oddly... cute. Well, at least it won't eat her now.

"What kind of thing IS this, chu? It looks cool! I'm not grossed out at all, chu!" Its name was... what, 'Rasputin'? What a funny name, but she didn't horribly mind. She wasn't used to these strange new names.

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

"S'called a Skulltula. You ever meet our Sex Ed guy? They come from his home turf. 'Bout two years back, a bunch of us got monster eggs as a project. Think all the other ones got sent into the wild, but a couple folks around here still got spiderbirds that came from some of them projects."

Rasputin, meanwhile, rolled back onto his spiderfeets. Char produced a hotdog chunk and held it out to Amp.

"He's real well trained. My Rasputin's a goddamn genius. Check it out. Put that on his head, and he won't move until you say 'go for it'."

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

Amp thankfully knew who Ganondorf was, after having met him over a rather... erm, sensitive subject. Who knows how much Brock wept over that. Either way, she wondered what these projects exactly entailed, and why the 'Skulltulas' were involved. And... 'spiderbirds'? Spidery birds, birdy spiders? Did she get that right? She didn't even know about that kind of mixed breeding.

Ah well, those were all questions for later or another time. She accepted the meat and exclaimed, "You've got it!" Time to put this trick to use. She placed the piece on the Skulltula's head, watching and waiting to see how he'd react. It didn't look like he was moving at all. Char really was right!

And then... "Go for it!"

[blazinglizard.livejournal.com]

And, sure enough, Rasputin sprang into action, devouring that hotdog in a blaze of horrible unearthly clicking noises and wiggling mandibles. It was pretty dang grotesque.

Even if that girl was not delicious anymore, she gave Rasputin delicious things. Thus, this particular person was a Good Thing. Rasputin scuttled forward, batting at Amp with his forelegs in hopes that more wonderful meat-based products would magically materialize onto his head.

"Guess you're friends now," Char commented. "Easy, boy. She ain't got no more treats.

[volttackler.livejournal.com]

Sadly, no, Amp wasn't a magical meat fairy. Surely that would be Rasputin's dream come true, but his fantasies would have to remain as such for yet another length of time. What a tragedy.

"Friends?! Friends! See? Friends!" She parroted. "He's a fun pet, chu! Do you think I could see him more often?! I can come give him more food, chu!"

She paused, and then decided to express some curiosity over one particular condiment. "Do you think he'd like ketchup?" She always had that on hand, that was for sure.