Since Alex can't ever go too long without doing something gross in the name of science, once it's clear that he's allowed to do so, he almost immediately heads right back to the chrysalis chamber, hoping to learn literally anything from the place. He's a cryptoherpetologist. If anything ever has called for one, it's a cave that's actually the reproductive system of a petrified dragon that's suddenly developed posthumous interspecies, interdimensional parthenogenesis.
"Well, grandma's going to love hearing about this one, for sure," he says to himself, crouching down to examine a piece of eggshell.
And then a wet (but thankfully not still slimily wet) mass of black fur and feathers slams into his midsection, making excited, squawking chirruping noises.
"Crow?!" despite having the wind out of him, Alex sounds Delighted. "Crow! Hey, buddy! I didn't know you were here! You have no idea how happy I am to see you- ok, yes, I know, you probably don't like that stuff in your fur, I'm sorry. I didn't pick this method of travel. At least you had context for it."
The animal he's talking to is a little taller than a corgi, but a little less broad. He has the hindquarters, tail and ears of something like a large-breed, long-haired cat and the wings, beak and talons of a very large raven. The sounds are somewhere in between cat and bird as well, with lots of excited trills, clicking and his trademark I'm-hungry-feed-me mewing croak sounds.
Maybe science can wait a minute or two.
b. "But I'm Not That Kind of- Oh, Alright, OK, hand me the bandages..."
Alex has a solid enough understanding of anatomy to be a halfway deecent nurse with the potential to actually be good if given enough practice and little enough failure. His stitches are fast and neat and he doesn't flinch or do much more else than wince in sympathy at the sight of some nastier wounds or symptoms.
Until he overhears something and has to do a double-take.
"Wait. What?"
Did he hear that right- the next patient's symptoms are entirely new to him.
[ ooc note; Make up some wacky space ailment maybe? Or go with the Limerick one.]
c. Dreaming of You. Literally
Alex watches in rapt, awed fascination as the creature approaches him. The feeling is strange and familiar in some way at the same time. He even finds himself curious about the pain in his chest- calmly wondering what purpose it serves and how he might communicate to this creature that he means it no harm.
But before he can even speak again, it's bowing and leaving.
He looks over, surprised to see a face he thinks he saw in passing before coming to this lake. "Huh. One of the stranger ways to say 'Hello' I've seen. How long have you been here?"
d. Wildcard me with your own prompt.
I have absolutely no tagging style preferences and will switch to match whatever you hit me with, be it brackets or prose.
Alex Price (InCryptid)
Since Alex can't ever go too long without doing something gross in the name of science, once it's clear that he's allowed to do so, he almost immediately heads right back to the chrysalis chamber, hoping to learn literally anything from the place. He's a cryptoherpetologist. If anything ever has called for one, it's a cave that's actually the reproductive system of a petrified dragon that's suddenly developed posthumous interspecies, interdimensional parthenogenesis.
"Well, grandma's going to love hearing about this one, for sure," he says to himself, crouching down to examine a piece of eggshell.
And then a wet (but thankfully not still slimily wet) mass of black fur and feathers slams into his midsection, making excited, squawking chirruping noises.
"Crow?!" despite having the wind out of him, Alex sounds Delighted. "Crow! Hey, buddy! I didn't know you were here! You have no idea how happy I am to see you- ok, yes, I know, you probably don't like that stuff in your fur, I'm sorry. I didn't pick this method of travel. At least you had context for it."
The animal he's talking to is a little taller than a corgi, but a little less broad. He has the hindquarters, tail and ears of something like a large-breed, long-haired cat and the wings, beak and talons of a very large raven. The sounds are somewhere in between cat and bird as well, with lots of excited trills, clicking and his trademark I'm-hungry-feed-me mewing croak sounds.
Maybe science can wait a minute or two.
b. "But I'm Not That Kind of- Oh, Alright, OK, hand me the bandages..."
Alex has a solid enough understanding of anatomy to be a halfway deecent nurse with the potential to actually be good if given enough practice and little enough failure. His stitches are fast and neat and he doesn't flinch or do much more else than wince in sympathy at the sight of some nastier wounds or symptoms.
Until he overhears something and has to do a double-take.
"Wait. What?"
Did he hear that right- the next patient's symptoms are entirely new to him.
[ ooc note; Make up some wacky space ailment maybe? Or go with the Limerick one.]
c. Dreaming of You. Literally
Alex watches in rapt, awed fascination as the creature approaches him. The feeling is strange and familiar in some way at the same time. He even finds himself curious about the pain in his chest- calmly wondering what purpose it serves and how he might communicate to this creature that he means it no harm.
But before he can even speak again, it's bowing and leaving.
He looks over, surprised to see a face he thinks he saw in passing before coming to this lake. "Huh. One of the stranger ways to say 'Hello' I've seen. How long have you been here?"
d. Wildcard me with your own prompt.
I have absolutely no tagging style preferences and will switch to match whatever you hit me with, be it brackets or prose.