5846/Making new friends, or finding lunch

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Making new friends, or finding lunch
Date of Scene: 04 April 2021
Location: Abandoned Subway Tunnels Drug Lab
Synopsis: Friends, instead of being eaten!
Cast of Characters: Madigan Belle, Waylon Jones




Madigan Belle has posed:
Below New York City, near the sewers and the other places people don't want to go, there's a person who is whistling while she works. Some sounds permeating out of this out of the way place, deep behind a mazed of tunnels, and there's two Irish mobsters outside of the vault like door that would otherwise be closed. Right now? There's music playing, some kind of horrific tunes... that's right, Disney songs. And a redheaded woman is working while she's whistling, just like the current song is saying to do. Jamming to the songs being played.

The two Irish mobsters are outside swapping stories, talking about this and that, about the upcoming weekend and other co-worker type conversations. One of them is smoking a cigarette and both are drinking something dark. They are packing handguns and each have a crowbar, cliche goon equipment. Otherwise they are just BSing back and forth deep underground.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Its not often that Croc ventures too far out of Gotham City, but every now and then he got the urge to wander. You'd be surprised how far you can get just by following the sewers. Sometimes he'd just wander the endless tunnels and see where he'd end up. Today, it seemed they'd lead him a pretty good distance from Gotham. And to something rather interesting.

It was their scent, first. Smells that didn't belong down here. Cigarette smoke. People. Then he could hear the music and the singing. With stealth not often seen in someone his size, Croc begins to creep toward whoever it is sharing the tunnels with him.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Yeah, so I hate babysittin' this girl. What is she calling herself now?"

"Chain Reaction. Or somethin' like that. I'm not too sure, it was The Chemist just a few weeks ago."

"If she weren't Oisin's niece..." Something catch's the man's eye. Or ears, or maybe it is that prickling sensation prey get when a predator is nearby. "Shhhh, I think I hear somethin'."

Not clear, the guy pulls his gun out, so does the other one, and they start inching their way in the direction of Killer Croc. Not sure where he is, they do have their guns drawn and if they see something scary they will be shooting.

Meanwhile. The music doesn't stop, the woman is bobbing her head back and forth, but the leg braces really prevent her from full on dancing. It's past a doorway and out of sight, but with the shift to a series of Aladdin songs it is also easy to hear the young woman's voice just shout-singing as she rocks out like she was alone and in a shower.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc winces as the singing gets louder. He hangs back for a moment. Thugs with guns and crowbars didn't worry him, but this was kinda weird. He'd seen a lot of things underground, but Disney singalongs hadn't made the list yet. He smirks when the guards start to get anxious. They were out of their element down here. After a moment of consideration, he rises to his full height and strides into view.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Oh shit!" And blam blam blam, gun shots are fired as the mobsters are suddenly seeing a giant reptilian man. Is it an alien? A mutant? Is it worth pausing to consider? No!

Instead, they are just shooting, but something about their combat training kicks in. They look around for cover, which... there isn't any. And the singing continues to happen even as the gunshots go off. Though a pause happens after the first few shots, and then Madigan continues to sing even after the shots are fired.

If she heard what was happening she doesn't care, if she didn't hear she may care soon enough.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc always enjoys the reaction he gets when someone sees him the first time. Usually it's pants-shitting fear and panic. These goons seemed to be made of somewhat sterner stuff as they manage to stand their ground in the face of a giant crocodile man. Then again, they only brought guns. Croc doesn't bother to dodge. The shots that find their mark glance harmlessly off his thick hide. Then he moves. One moment he's some distance away and the next he's racing down the tunnel and rapidly closing in on the thugs.

Madigan Belle has posed:
As the thugs realize this isn't some normal threat one of them is turning to shoot behind him while he tries to run back toward the door. If he can make it there, it's a vault door, closing it will take some time but it is durable. Plus, he has some sense of duty needing to protect the lab.

The other thug is just loomed over, the large crocodile man closing too fast for him to react. He's screaming out as he is click click clicking with the trigger of the gun as bullets have ran out. Instead, he's moving his hand in panic to a syringe that is at his belt, trying to grab it in time, but he won't have enough time if Croc goes after him first.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc goes for him first. His large hand grabs the thug's wrist as he reaches for his belt and crushes the bones with ease. Still holding the thug's ruined arm, Croc lifts the screaming man and with a flick of his arm sends the thug hurling towards the one trying for the door.

Madigan Belle has posed:
The thug's scream is brutal, and loud as his wrist is broken. Then he becomes a missile that stops the second thug in his wake. The two go tumbling into the subway wall and lay there. Either dead or unconscious, they no longer are threats.

With the sounds though, a red headed glasses wearing woman peeks her head out and looks to see what is going on. First the thugs, her frown is quite visible, soon after though she is turning her head to look at the direction of Killer Croc. Eyes grow wide, and then instead of fear she has a big grin on her face, "Oh my god!" She squeals, and starts to work her way out, swaying her hips to move her legs, locking leg braces as she moves rather slowly. "You are -amazing-!" Crutch in one hand to keep her balance, the other one pushing up her glasses even as 'Friend Like Me' starts up on the speaker behind her.

Waylon Jones has posed:
As the thugs go quiet, Croc puts them out of his mind. They were no longer a threat and whatever he'd just stumbled on seemed much more interesting. He cocks his head as he studies the tiny girl with the leg braces and the crutch who doesn't seem the least bit afraid of him. He rises to his full height, looming large over the redheaded woman. Finally, he bares his large sharp teeth as he opens his mouth. "Uh...thanks?"

Madigan Belle has posed:
When you bare your teeth, Madi grins big, excessively big and shows off her teeth as well. Though you loom over her she looks up, up and more up, and then nods her head a few times, "Wowzers. You are giant. Like, super big. I mean, big big, probably even bigger than Bane." A pause as she squints up at the big crocodile man and tilts her head, "Were you like this since you were born? Or did some kind of mutation, science, et cetera happen to you to make you like this? Either way, bonus, right? I mean, you totally won out in the end." She kind of side glances chuckles a bit at that. "Oh, crapdoodles. I'm being rude. I'm Madigan... er, uh, Chain Reaction really." Cough and she shakes her head, "Nope, just Chain Reaction, right. Yes." And she's talking very quickly as she goes through all of the words.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc narrows his eyes as the little woman begins speaking. Unsure what to make of her, he just stares as she goes on. He's made hardened killers sweat just by looking at them. Made ordinary people run screaming just by showing his face. Yet this woman...Chain Reaction...just stands there smiling and talking away. In it's own way, it's almost unnerving. Which was not a familiar feeling for Killer Croc. He could just eat her. "Uh...I was born this way." he says, warily.

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Wooooooweee." Madi says like some old timey person on TV and she smirks, "That's amazing. I was born -this- way." And she reaches up and points at her hair, "So, we're kind of similar in that regard. Do you want to come in? I mean, it's a lab...er, uh, it's a place where science is happening." She grimaces and looks away, speaking more quietly and clearly to herself, "That's the same thing." And then smiling back up at Killer Croc, "Kind of embarrassing, you know, you just sort of being here, and these... guys, being worthless to keep anyone out. I mean, goons, am I right?" And she turns to start walking back into the lab, "Got a name?" And she waves you in after her, "I hope you like Disney tunes. I mean, who doesn't?"

Waylon Jones has posed:
Croc is really confused, but he wasn't unused to strange people. Gotham is certainly full of them. Maybe this was just another crazy girl like Harley. He shrugs and decides to go with it. If worst comes to worst, he'd just eat her and go back to his roaming. "Name's Croc." he says, following her inside the place where science is happening.

Madigan Belle has posed:
There's a couple nods as Madigan moves slowly into the lab. It's got big metal tubs and containers all over the place with metal piping between them. Some tablets are hooked up to them to monitor temperature and whatnot, and the room is pretty spotless. There's music playing and food all over the place, "That's super fitting. I'm so impressed. I mean, you are like, a dream come true. You must have the most fascinating of DNA." Her eyes get wide as she nods her head, and she manages to make it over to a chair. It takes her a while to settle and then finally she's sitting. There is a metal table that is mostly clear and no real other seats she winces a bit, "Soorrry, you could sit on the table if you want, but I don't usually have people here. Do you have more of a diet of crocs or humans? I'm just curious, I think it is super fascinating. I heard gunshots, I imagine your scales are pretty darn dense. You speak pretty well, meaning you likely have more of a human tongue and vocal chords, along with similar enough mouthparts as lips." She's squinting over at you and staring, "Do you have a toxic bite? Like, from what you eat and where you live?" Question after question.

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc opens his mouth but by the time he's got a chance to say anything, he's not sure where to start. Rather than risk damaging the table, he lowers himself to the ground and crosses his legs beneath him. "Uhhh well I eat whatever I want, really. An' bullets ain't much to me." He pauses when she asks about his bite. "I...uh well I dunno."

Madigan Belle has posed:
A small gasp escapes the redhead as she leans forward, elbows on her knees, eyes wide as she's looking at Killer Croc. "Whaaaaaat? You don't know? I mean, we should test! You could bite me, but then I might get sick and not be able to record the information fully." Then she argues against herself, "Though, if I were the one bitten I'd very unlikely be terribly sick, but I could get an infection that would make me lose a limb." A pause, as she quirks her mouth to the side, "So, a leg then. Cause..." Madi does a knocking on her leg, "Not like I'd miss it. Though, I would miss wearing skirts." Pout, "Oooh. Maybe the next time you bite someone, you could record it for me? Or, I could take a sample of your saliva, I guess, and run some tests on it."

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc blinks. "You WANT me to bite you to see if it's toxic? Lady, you're crazy." he says, but he chuckles roughly. "You'd fit right in with some friends of mine." he shakes his head. "I ain't really the type to take notes and such. Especially when I'm biting people."

Madigan Belle has posed:
A few blinks and Madi furrows her brow, "Well, it would be for -science- I'm not into anything weeeeird." She shakes her head and then wonders, "I mean, I might be. I've never really tried to be bitten by a crocodile man." A chuckle as she shakes her head at that, then she looks over at her sandwich that she had started to eat, grabs it and takes a bite, then chews quickly. "Could you maybe setup a camera? Capture a person, bite them, cage them, and watch for the effects? I think that'd make for an equally useful document."

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc snorts. "Ain't got much use for a camera in the sewers. Nothin much down here worth taking pictures of. Anyways I think my bite's just a bite. Ain't never seen nobody get sick from it, though most don't get away once I get my teeth in 'em."

Madigan Belle has posed:
Madigan Belle quirks her mouth off to the side and hrmmmms, "Wellllll okay. Just a bite. What about your claws? Are they capable of tearing into crazy things? Oh oh oh, how strong are you? Can you pick up a bus, a car, you can clearly toss people around." She grins as the questions continue, "Do you heal quickly? What about cold blooded? Are you? I'm so curious. This is amazing. And yeah, I've been to Gotham, I have met a few of the people from there, and they were interesting. Some are bounty hunters, which was a little surprising."

Waylon Jones has posed:
Croc shakes his head as more questions are asked. He's not used to anyone being this friendly, but he also enjoys bragging on himself when he gets a chance. "Oh I'm pretty strong. I can toss a car or knock down a wall pretty easy." he says with a toothy grin. I heal pretty quick but I don't know about no cold blood. Don't much care for the cold, myself."

Madigan Belle has posed:
"A wall!?" Madigan says it like it is super exciting news, "That's pretty darn strong. Tossing cars also means you probably weigh a great deal, meaning dense. Cause you don't got an ounce of fat on you. That's amazing." Madi mentions and then there's a beep on her phone and she grabs it, "Oh, shoot. My uncle is gonna be coming this way. Maybe we should continue this another time, I'm wayyyyy behind on this batch. You don't have a phone, is there any way I can get in contact with you in the future?"

Waylon Jones has posed:
Killer Croc rises to his feet as Madi mentions that her uncle is coming. Meeting one new person was more than enough for him today. "I spend most of my time in Gotham. Got an arrangement with the homeless there. They pass me messages and other information when they get it. You can send word that way." he offers. He nods at the woman and then turns to leave. "Nice to meet ya...Chain Reaction." He offers her another grin that is probably meant to be friendly but would probably be considered horrifying both most and slips out the way he came.