#bigbadkillercroc

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[king-crane]

HELL'S HEART.

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Arkham smelled even worse than usual, and that was saying something.

Crane had been sedated, heavily, before they brought him to his new cell. Likely in an attempt to keep him from realizing where he was -- he knew Arkham like the back of his hand at this point, so the effort was futile. A home away from home, even Arkham's sewers were familiar to him. Indeed, it wasn't hard to realize he had been placed in maximum security, just next to the entrance to Arkham's sub-terranean levels and, by extension, to the lair of King Croc.

He knew of the man, of course.

Crane had a healthy respect for anyone else who could present themselves as a threat to The Bat, and the stories he had heard of the Killer Croc were as marvelously fantastical as he would have expected. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relived their paths had never truly crossed, however. From what little he had heard, the man was not exactly a people person, and Crane himself didn't have a winning personality -- that was not even to mention the vast differences in their criminal activities and interests.

All of it was inconsequential, though. For right now, and for the past thirty minutes, Crane had been aware of the Croc's presence, the behemoth easily making himself known even through a massive vault door.

This part of Arkham was always a fucking game of chance. Sometimes he would get lucky, and find himself in the company of the likes of Harley Quinn, and Victor Fries. Other times, he would be forced to endure the nonsensical ramblings of the Joker, or the pity parties held by Oswald Cobblepot. And sometimes, in the absolute worst cases, he would be here alone. The primary reason he despised being caught by The Bat was because he knew he was usually amongst the first on his list -- and if he was captured first, he'd have to endure this agonizing silence.

But silence only had power so long as one enabled it. So Crane raised his voice, loud enough to penetrate the crumbling brick that surrounded the entrance to the sewers, loud enough to reach the Croc's ears.

"Killer Croc, is it? How does it feel, to have an entire hunting ground to yourself?"

It couldn't hurt to start off with some lighthearted banter... could it?

[pushspacetocontinue]

A Real Croc Up (closed for bigbadkillercroc)

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Russell yawned as he carefully walked around the corner, a bag of rubbish in his hand. His steps made hardly a noise as he made his way to the dumpster. All he had to do was get rid of this, then he could lock up and head home.

But he couldn’t help but pause when he heard noises coming from the dumpster, and winced. Damn it, just had to be tonight, didn’t it?

“Um... ex-excuse me...” he awkwardly called out.

[blooddrinkingbartender]

A Croc and Bill Story (closed for bigbadkillercroc)

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Bill had stepped outside so that he could lock up the bar for the night and then head home. He had some plans for the next stream he wanted to do. With that thought, he had started to fish in his pockets for the keys.

But then he stopped when the scent hit him. Someone was here. Even if they made no noise, his nose knew.

“Bar’s closed,” he said, as he started to turn around, and then he found himself making eye contact with the huge reptilian being in front of him. His eyes widened and he let out a low whistle, “Well, ain’t you interesting?”

[darksideoftheshadows]

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He had to admit the respect he had for someone going through so much effort to hunt him just so they could make him an offer hire. It was the kind of dedication to something that which pushed Shade to even consider the offer. Only accepting it when he heard exactly what he would be stealing.

So he found himself in the warehouse, playing with a rubber ball that had been lying around.

[apokryphos-rp]

All This For A Ring (Closed RP)

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Thora eyed the scaled man across the table. Thora had to admit, they had never laid eyes upon someone with such a unique appearance. Though he sank into the velveteen chair that he was offered, he rose far above it. The chair would undoubtedly tip over if he tried to lean on it to support his lower back. Thora felt slightly ashamed that they could not offer a more comfortable seating arrangement; they were a host, after all, and he was their guest.

His presence would have been more intimidating if his eyes didn’t shift around the room so rapidly. The parlor’s decorations most likely frayed his nerves even more. The maroon walls displayed a variety of masks, many of which were carved into the likenesses of wild beasts and monsters of legend. Ornamental plates from their home country were mounted on top of a grand, mahogany bookshelf that held a vast collection of curios and tomes, all of which were charmed with anti-thieving wards.

And then there was Thora’s mask, which exuded a dark aura that visibly manifested as wisp-like tendrils around the edges. Suddenly remembering how off-putting this phenomenon might appear to a first-time observer, Thora willed the energy to retreat into the mask itself, so that it would not serve as a distraction.

“Please, make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to some jasmine green tea, if you like.” Thora placed a tall silver teapot on the middle of the table and passed a teacup and matching saucer in the client’s direction, pushing them partway before using magic to slide them to their intended destination. “Don’t worry, all services outside of those you request of me are complimentary. My name is pronounced Ah-pok-kree-fos, in case you were wondering. I realize that the way it is spelled on my business card is often a source of confusion.” Thora took their seat and demurely placed their hands on their lap. “May I inquire as to what order of business brings you in today? Are you looking to charm an item in your possession, or perhaps you are interested in commissioning an entirely new, personalized item of magical ability?” Thora was going to continue on about the other possibilities that their service allowed for, but they held their tongue to allow their client the space to talk about what he had in mind before they got carried away.

[tragicblood-a]

     Even perched on a crumbling concrete wall she couldn’t look the crocodilian mutant in the eye without tilting her head up slightly. His stature and appearance alone were intimidating enough to send a chill through even the bravest of men but not her. Not at this point in time. They were hired by the same crime boss to retrieve some of their top tier comrades that were being transferred to Arkham tonight. So, there was no reason for her to fear him as long as she stayed out of his way. 

          “So,” there was time to waste before the bus came around their location, “this your typical kind of job? I mean helpin’ get crime bosses their lackeys back? I imagine you’d be good as like a body guard or intimidation factor. Maybe even someone who is in the meat of a plan. I’d certainly think twice before goin’ against ya.” She admitted. Faye may have had speed and agility but one good blow from him would most likely have her out for the count. Again, another reason she was thankful she was currently on his side.

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