Catrina's Over the Top and Rancid April and May Catchall

[gimmeeyeballs]

Who: Catrina and Anyone Unfortunate Enough to be Around her...

What: Catrina getting into no good tomfoolery and chaos...Mightyena please ground this candle..

When: Throughout April and May....Oh Arceus..

Where: The Bay, PARTS UNKNOWN, and more to be added as the months go on...

Warnings: Catrina being a walking CW of sorts, potential peril, and more to be added as the months go on...

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[gimmeeyeballs]

"Dude, yer like the size of a toddler meatbag larva and a gator is like three times your size...those fuckers barely even evolved due to how perfect they are as predators." Catrina offers this in argument to the dragon verses gator deal.

Catrina being lucid and giving valuable advice is...alarming to say the least. She just stays put on top of the Kaiba dragon, looking for slanting trees, slanting trees are bad news.

"Right...just watch for the slanting trees, that's like a huge indicator for a sinkhole...and when has the Bay EVER been normal in terms of weather? I'm waiting for it to break look the oobleck at any moment."

Good grief...Catrina still is holding it against the Grumpig Brothers over the dreamshare fiasco...

And yep, there goes Catrina clinging onto the big flat gold scale on Kaiba's head for dear life(?), narrowly avoiding being rocket launched into Arceus knows what.

[seacub]

"That's assuming alligators exist here. I think even the fish we can eat are Pokemon," Emporio points out to Catrina.

But, not to be unfair, he also has to poke a hole in Kaiba's theories too. "....And that's assuming it's normal fog. The fog in the middle regions of Spectrunk never disappears after all."

...which. Hmm. He watches as Kaiba's feet sink somewhat, frowning.

"...We should probably make sure to keep talking with that in mind actually. ...Just...Just in case something does try to affect our perceptions the same way."

[firstrateduelist]

"On the contrary, I think everyone should shut up for 2 minutes so I can hear myself think without wondering why I'm out here in the first place," Kaiba answers sharply. Clearly he's not the conversational type, and although he has a high level of tolerance for actual children, Catrina is...

...well he actually doesn't know how old she is, but all the same, she strikes him as some rich kid who has no life experience, and it's very grating to a dubiously nouveau riche who does. More data is clearly needed, but not right now.

"Once I'm not wading in muck, maybe we can talk about whatever fog you're referring to," he adds, to be equitable.

It's...not equitable. But he's busy feeling things out with his talons to make sure he doesn't sink any deeper into the bog, give him a break!

[gimmeeyeballs]

Catrina decides to risk it and take a look at what good ol' Kaiba boy is wading in. Being a small candle with the maturity to match a middle schooler...Kaiba would be forgiven for mistaking this sideshow for a child at the very least.

For now though...

"Dude, you know, the fog? The one that's like surrounding us and the chocolate pudding, duh."

Clearly that's what this muck is, right??? Chocolate pudding is a naturally occurring element out in the wild! Totally edible and fine to dive into...

[seacub]

Emporio bites his tongue- clearly torn between immediacy and caution, as well as actually giving Kaiba some room to breathe. And think.

He ultimately lasts long enough to audibly groan a little at Catrina- This really isn't the time- before lowering his voice to something a little less dire and therefore perhaps a little more tolerable in the circumstance.

"...The fog of the woods erodes identity. That's why conversation becomes important," he says as calmly as he can. "If you're left alone with silence, it becomes easy for people to begin overlapping either with each other," the true horror: becoming Catrina, "Or with people who aren't even here."

...

It occurs to him that Catrina is moving- "Nope-" Emporio thus does the smart thing, and grabs molten wax. Not on his watch, buddy.

[firstrateduelist]

"Yes, I know he means this fog, it's the definition of the fog I'm--"

Kaiba has to resist the massive urge to shake his head out just to watch Catrina land in the murky drink. No. No, he's here to protect, not to harm. Protect. Protect!!

He mutters to himself ("Chocolate pudding, what an idiot.") as the "ear"-like whiskers on his head flick annoyedly.

"Great. So now, my punishment is to continue listening to all this chatter while you both cop a free ride--"

In the middle of his complaining, Kaiba finds that neither of his feet are moving now. It isn't for lack of trying though, he clearly tugs upward with his left, the muscles visibly flexing above the waterline.

...Only, it isn't water here, is it? The surface might be, but below is something far more dangerous.

"...Something's wrong."

It's not a sinkhole though. No, this is worse. But he's not going to panic, or panic his passengers. Not yet anyway.

Suddenly Row your Boat is stuck in my head :x

[gimmeeyeballs]

Alas poor Catrina, the fates conspire against her and her need for the forbidden chocolate pudding (it's definitely for the best though). Emporio has gotten a good hold of that warmed peanut butter like texture that is Catrina and Kaiba listened to his conscious.

Downside, Catrina is listening to Emporio explain the fog better and actually looks horrified for a change of pace. "Well shit! I don't want to end up thinking I'm Kaiba or worse...Nurse Chansey..."

Yep, Catrina still has much fear and loathing towards the much exhausted Nurse Chansey, truly a form of divine punishment.

The sudden stop of movement manages to halt Catrina's mouth from saying something truly regrettable...shit, Kaiba walked into the forbidden chocolate pudding...didn't he? Oh boy...somewhat useful advice kicking in.

"Okay...remember when I said lay on your back if you get stuck in a sinkhole? That's the same shit too with the chocolate pudding, just lay on your back. Emporio, game for rowing Kaiba like a boat to solid ground?"

[seacub]

Emporio looks down- and for the time being, tunes Catrina out. She's definitely still 'Catrina', after all.

"...That's not something we can lay back in," he says stiffly, sniffing at the air as he peers down. "...Especially not when you're with us right now Catrina."

He can guess what this is. There's a unique odor to it, albeit one that's waterlogged.

Worried, he whispers- "...How well can you move your legs..?"

This is tar.