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It was gonna happen sometime.

🐄Hey kids! It's Indrik! King of Beasts (in training), ex-earth spirit, now Rex spirit and generally weird critter!🐄

Indrik is usually quite a sleepy baby, and as long as he's got a full tum-tum, he'll laze away his days either in the stables or in Rex's creepy van. But sometimes, a freakish beast has gotta do what a freakish creature has gotta do. One of those times is when the door to his pen is left open by mistake. As such, the pony-sized, cow-faced, golden-scaled, firey red lion-maned, lizard-tailed, thing with a big chubby belly is going on an adventure! Dare you be a random encounter in Indrik's epic tale?

Hit the Bench
So you're enjoying a nice quiet sit on a bench, eh? Whatever your doing can't be that important because it does not involve Indrik, but fortunately he is here to solve that. With a crash, Indrik's little cow head busts through the wood of the bench's backrest. Hello, his little cow face seems to say, by jutting his tongue out and staring.

Screaming
Some days, you just gotta scream. Don't matter where you are or what the time is. He's already worked out if you smack a door a couple of times it will either fall off its hinges or someone in there will let you in. Indrik finds himself a nice person and just shrieks at them. Head jutting forward, body lowered and mane bristling he unleashes something which is half devastating mooing and half paralysing roar- except miniaturised, so it starts as a meep and becomes a squeak.

I didn't know I could do that!
The original Indrik was known for making the earth shake when he walked and unleashing flames to destroy those with evil hearts foolish enough to cross his path. The current Indrik is just a chunky boy concerning the former, and with the latter, he has yet to demonstrate any flames at all.

Until two minutes ago when he started burping up fireballs because he's been eating from trashcans all day. They're not terribly hot and burst much like dazzling fireworks after a few seconds with a bang, making them more startling than dangerous, but the fact he's running around shooting them off everywhere is probably a little offputting at least.

(( For those not in the know- Indrik is a super weird spirit linked to Rex's soul, who shares Rex's general paranoia that everyone might possibly be an enemy except he's an unstoppable idiot, so watch out for your kneecaps! He can be friendly, but mostly he's angry. His feelings on people are influenced by Rex's own too. Good with kids. Anyone is free to know Indrik is Rex's 'pet', as he often walks him around campus. Rex will probably show up after a bit in each scenario because Indrik is not allowed out unsupervised. ))

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"Figurative, although it could be called a borderlin- oh! Hello." That comes as he finally looks up and works out who he's speaking to. He did recognise the voice, obviously, but he was stuck in the Indrik zone for a moment. That happens. "One moment please."

It takes a little manipulation, much like carrying her around had, but he ends up with Indrik in his arms bridal style, legs up. Rex squats and puts him down on his back and... looks like he's stuck like that. His legs flail as if he's trying to run for it, but air is notoriously lacking in traction.

"Anyway- it's not strictly speaking a curse but Indrik is bonded to me. It's awful because he is terrible. Did he break anything?"

"Hi." She'll give him his moment, watching curiously as he places Indrik on the floor. She almost feels bad for the critter, as he flails in place. Poor guy.

Well. He did bust his way into her room and almost took out her fish, but still. It's just animal (?) instinct.

"No, thankfully. He was pretty immediately mesmerized by the fish." But everything still seems to be in one piece! No awkward explanations with her roomie are necessary! "Is that bond how you knew he was here?"

"Ah, good. I've had to repair numerous benches since I got here." Almost absently, Rex puts a foot on Indrik's belly and starts to rock him back and forth, his arms crossed. After a few rocks, his legs start to slow down and each subsequent one makes Indrik's thrashing lessen. It's kind of like he's his own little cot, rocking the baby.

"No. It's more like a parasitical relationship. He draws some sort of spiritual strength from me." Without actually seeming to take anything from him. It's very odd. "I just heard his bulk hit the floor."

"He's quite the troublemaker, isn't he?" She almost wants to coo at him and pet his mane, but the rocking seems to be calming him down and she doesn't want to, like, upset him.

"So...the stronger you are, the stronger he'll be?" That's what seems to make the most sense to her. Rex looks pretty fatigued all the time, but he's still incredibly strong. He was able to carry her through those mines and hold Indrik, after all, so he's at least got some sort of strength on him. "But it's a good thing you were close, I guess. There would've definitely been something broken."

“He is a blight upon the face of the Earth.” But that doesn’t stop Rex from, now that Indrik is no longer kicking, squatting down to rub his fat belly in slow circles that further soothe the savage beast. His head goes limp and his legs curl in. A single little ‘meep’ escapes him.

Rex’s lack of sleep is his power limiter, it’s true. Indrik’s connection doesn’t seem to sap anything from Rex though, it’s more like they’re equalised.

“Potentially. I don’t entirely understand it myself, research is ongoing. He was originally an earth spirit who drew power from the land itself. There’s no precedent I’ve found record of for one to bind to a human.” It’s part of the reason Indrik will fight anything. His instincts are about protecting his territory and now his territory is wherever Rex is. That, plus the influence of Rex’s paranoia.

"I doubt he's that bad," she mumbles as he rubs his belly. If he was that bad, she doubts he'd be able to calm down at all. He'd probably still be trying to menace her fish.

And he probably wouldn't be as squeaky.

"There's a pretty big difference between the earth and a person," which is obvious. Anyone could figure that out. "Is that...going to hurt him?"

A person can only have so much power to draw from.

"He's the worst lifeform ever to inflict itself upon the cosmos," he says, as he runs fingers through Indrik's mane. Just to keep him calm. Not because he loves him or anything. Indrik, in response to all this, lets out a high pitched 'moo' that has a very wobbly element to it, because halfway through he begins to purr.

He's a weird creature, okay.

"I've been researching what I can, but..." He shrugs, buts his hand on Indrik's belly becomes gentler. Fingers bend a little. It's really hard, really, really hard, not to want to protect something that needs you. Indrik needs him, on literally every level. From keeping him out of trouble to the very fundamentals of their souls. Indrik's just so useless. What's he going to do? Let him die? "I just don't know. Yet."

"I don't know, he's pretty cute." As if that makes up for the multiple things he's broken. Cuteness goes a long way, though, and yeah, he's a big fat...thing the likes of which Adelaide's never seen before, but he's cute.

And Rex is being kind of tsun about all of this.

"Maybe you don't need to know." She sits down on her bed, watching the two of them. Maybe she's just not smart enough to get all of the implications of this, but...maybe it's not that complicated. Maybe it doesn't need to be. "Or, well, maybe you don't need to know right now. This wouldn't have happened for no reason, you know? Doesn't seem like the kind of thing that's just...random happenstance."

"Based on my experience, almost everything is a meaningless coincidence." He says it immediately and naturally, quite clearly what he truly believes. Even here amongst seers and with the weight on his chest, the little metal thing that says he has the biggest fate on Earth planned for him, he can't bring himself to believe there's any sort of plan for everything. Things happen because of other things, but does that mean it has some purpose? Unlikely.

Also, Rex is a downer. Big shock.

"...Do you want to touch his mane?"

But yeah. Life might be nothing but a series of accidents (and he's the biggest one), but Indrik is cute.

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Adelaide can't help but roll her eyes at that. It's not exactly a response that's shocking, but still...She's always felt that things have meanings. Brushing it all away as coincidences means things don't happen for a reason, and sometimes...sometimes you need a good reason to keep going.

Or something like that.

"If you say so," she says as she slips from her bed to crouch next to the two of them. "Are you sure he won't mind?"

"The opposite. He has an unwarranted sense of self-importance. He is easily distracted by physical contact, which I believe he considers a form of deferential submission."

He pats Indrik's belly with a light bop, which makes a nice little 'bwop' sound. That fat tum-tum could make a decent drum.

"As his kind is nick-named the King of Beasts, I suspect he is instinctively inclined towards accepting such treatment and considers anything else a challenge."

Indrik meeps. He's not agreeing, he's just squeaky.

Indrik is adorable, is what he is.

Adelaide finally reaches out to stroke his mane, a smile on her lips. "I don't know, I think some of it might be warranted. He's pretty strong, isn't he?"

She is...full on cooing at Indrik, much like someone would coo and baby talk at a dog. Which, maybe, isn't the submission he would want, but he's a good boy.

"He's quite weak, for what he is."

He's also a baby, but Rex has no reason to believe he'll ever grow up. Rex can hardly produce the same power as a mountain range, now can he? Indrik is probably gonna be this little fat, useless thing forever. He's also not a good boy, he just busted in here and nearly smacked the fish around. Come on Adelaide.

"...What on Earth is that noise you're making?"

Rex has not heard, in adult memory, someone babble like that at a cute animal. Indrik for his part sticks his legs all the way out and just flexes the hooves around. If he had kitty claws, they'd be flexing right now.

"That doesn't mean he won't get stronger!"

Honestly, Rex, stop being so defeatist. You don't know how things are going to go, so he might end up super powerful!! Also, Adelaide is quick to forgive.

Which might be a future problem, but that's, well. A future problem.

"I'm talking? To this cutie?"

Obviously.

"...I don't think I've heard that language before. What's it called?"

He is absolutely serious, he genuinely thinks Adelaide is speaking an actual language that consists of cooing and fawning over a fat baby animal. If this does not illustrate just how devoid of joy his life has been until now, very little will. He just stares with his narrow dark eyes expecting an answer to his question.

While rubbing Indrik behind the ear, of course.

It takes Adelaide a moment to compose herself. He's never heard that language before.

"It's- You've never heard people talk to their dogs? Or- anything?" Where does she even start with this.

She pets Indrik's man some more, looking contemplative. She could lie to him, lead him astray, but that would just be mean. So, instead- "It's not an actual language, though."

"You mean like... 'stop, sit, stay?' Of course."

He does that thing again, where his head tilts all the way over. Like he can actually look at her statement from a new angle and comprehend it. He's one raised ear and one drooped ear away from looking exactly like a confused puppy himself. He even glances down at Indrik, who gives him an equally confused look- but that's Indrik's face. Like. In general.

So his gazes rises to meet hers again, his head goes over to the other side and the metaphorical ears swap between perked and droopy.

What is she talking about?

"No, like, just...when they tell their dog they're being good?"

Is that making more or less sense? She's not sure. She's not sure of much in this conversation, to be entirely honest.

"Like, you know, your dog's a good boy but you can't just say it normally, so you say it...like that? Because he's being extra cute?"

She's not helping herself at all, is she. "Here, try it with Indrik. Ask him 'who's a good boy'!"

His head goes all the way over again. What in the world is she talking about? It's not often Rex comes across a subject he has no understanding of at all- that's part of the secret as to why he picks things up so easily. He can apply what he does know to it and fill in the gaps.

Being cuddly with a cute animal is from a different dimension to Rex.

"Uuuuuh." He taps at his beauty mark a little and in the most deadpan, gravestone voice possible he looks at Indrik- "Can you determine whose behaviour is acceptable?"

Indrik gives Rex one of these.

Every time Rex opens his mouth, things get worse. She couldn't have anticipated things going quite this poorly, and she grimaces a bit.

Even Indrik seems to agree with her. That's unfortunate.

"No, not like that," she says as she tries to think up a better way to explain it. How do you explain baby talk to someone like Rex? He's so severe and odd that... Hm.

"Have you ever felt that something was just...so good and so cute and you didn't know how to do anything but fawn over it?"

Rex, to his credit, thinks before he answers. He thinks long and hard, a finger firmly on his beauty mark. He even 'hmmms' and turns his eyes up and to the side, like he's literally looking into his own head.

Eventually, he responds truthfully and in his dull voice-

"No."

Not in living memory at least. He supposed he might have as a toddler, but obviously, everyone grows out of that very early, right? He might undermine his statement with the way he absently pats Indrik's belly more. Bwomp bwomp.

The fact he has to think about it says more than his answer does. Adelaide's shoulders droop for a moment, before she straightens back up.

"Well...That's why people talk like that, because they see something really cute and good." As if that actually explains anything.

It might. She's not sure. She's just kind of trying her best and she's not sure she's quite nailing it. "It doesn't really mean anything besides being a way to talk to cute things, I guess, so if you don't think anything is cute...you wouldn't talk like that."

So, you know. There's that.

"...I think things are cute," he says with that grim, deep gravelly voice of his that sounds thirty years older than he does. Talking about cute things sounds weird, but he's trying- it kind of seems like this is important to her, based on her reactions. "I just don't talk like that."

Rex has idly begun to play a simple tune on Indrik's belly. If she's a sharp ear and a sharper memory, she may recall it as the starting refrain of, the song she got a hint of during their first meeting.

"I. Did want to pet your head when you were bat-shaped."

Is that enough? Does it need to be baby talk? Can't he just want to poke cute things?

"I see," and she kind of does? It's not a point worth pressing more, at least, because at least he knows it's not another language.

This entire conversation is just odd. Why does this keep happening?

She tilts her head at the familiar tune, but then her eyebrows raise at his admission.

"You did?" She's surprised by that, even though bats are adorable. "Huh. That might have been a little weird, but I don't think I could blame you." Because, again, bats are adorable.

"Yeah. I thought it'd be rude."

It's the same reason he hasn't hugged Reira yet- she may be cute as a button and he has the powerful impulse to just... pick her up and never put her down. It's all very Marc Anthony and Pussyfoot. But it'd be rude, because that's a person and honestly he can't imagine anyone wants him to touch them for any reason.

Skin his pale doesn't do much to hide blushing. His cheekbones are a burning tomato red, but it doesn't spread more than that because it's not that embarrassing.

It was gonna happen sometime.

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