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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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Why is he like this... Mav gives one last look around in vain before sighing and reaching out with a hand, curled into a fist so Indrik can't bite off his fingers, for the critter to sniff.

"If I help you outta there, you gotta fucking behave, got it?" He warns like he actually expects him to understand a word. Establishing some kind of connection beforehand is...better, with animals, he's pretty sure. His friendships with numerous stray cats over the years has been that way, anyway, but he's not too experienced with cow abominations. "So be...better? I don't fucking know."

Assuming he doesn't flip the fuck out...Mav gets to work trying to pry him free of the bench, using both hands and feet when necessary.

Indrik doesn't behave for anyone, but he does like to sniff things. You put anything in front of his snout and he'll sniff it. And if it were any other circumstance, Indrik would likely be kicking up much more of a fuss. But the thing is this is not the first time Indrik has been stuck in a bench. He does this regularly and has only once gotten out by himself.

So he calls a truce for now while his new underling at least widens the hole enough for Indrik to get the leverage needed to bust out. The entire affair is something like a mechanical bull riding situation, the bench lifting and falling with them both.

Rex has been watching for a little while though, sat on another bench while they're both distracted. So that's what it looks like. No wonder other people laugh when they see him do it.

"Fuck!" as the wriggling throws him off balance enough that he's knocked to the ground. "Ughh, fuck, my ass."

That's gonna hurt for a while. Ugh, he doesn't even want to get up, now, and he glares at Indrik to express how deeply he's upset by this situation.

"I hate you and everything you stand for."

Now seems about the right time for Rex to let himself be known. Even higher above Maverick than usual, hands in his pockets as he looks down on his fallen friend from immediately behind. Normally Rex can tell when he's smiling quite easily because the muscles in his face strain from unfamiliar efforts, but the barely there one he's carrying is so small even he can hold it.

"I don't think he has any particularly strong convictions to hate." Unless Mav kicks up a fuss about it, Rex is just going to hook a hand under one of Maverick's arms and haul him to his feet with one hand in a quick, smooth motion. "But I support anyone endeavouring to teach this useless creature at least one."

For Indrik's part, he's caught between two feelings- joy, that Rex has come! He always gets him out of these things! He'll be free in no time! And worry, that Rex has come! That means he'll be in trouble in no time!

He doesn't really have time to protest, startled by this giant's appearance. For a big guy with an unsettling aura, he sure...does manage to creep up on Maverick a lot. Not great. But at least he's up on his feet before he yanks his arm back to himself and holds it like he might be bleeding where Rex had touched him.

"See you still haven't fucking found a proper leash for this little bastard..."

He takes another step back, away from Indrik, but whether it's to give Rex room to work or just to get away from the beast again is unclear.

Years of practice of getting close to things to kill them, right there. These days it's almost the only way he knows how to move, a kind of instinctive avoidance of being noticed. A couple people on campus can see through it, but for most with Rex he's not there and then he is. Dramatic sting.

"Not one that wouldn't hurt him, unfortunately. However, this time he escaped entirely. One of the stable staff fed him but did not fully lock the door."

Now Mav is on his feet, he looks him up and down and concludes there's no major injury. Sore butt isn't that bad.

"Apologies, for your rear end. Now I shall attend to another one."

By which he means Indrik. He puts a foot on the seat of the bench, leans all his weight on it and just full on punches the slat immediately both Indrik, which snaps easily enough. The slat above that, he hooks fingers under and lifts steadily. No yanking, so shifts just enough. "Out, you ignoramus."

Indrik manages to squeeze out the gap and takes a quick trot in a wide circle as a victory lap. Before remember he's meant to be looking guilty and dropping his head all the way to the ground.

Nah, sore butt isn't bad at all, just embarrassing, which makes him all the more butthurt about it. Don't talk about his rear end!!! And don't look so...neutrally-positive about it, that's weird. Maverick just goes quiet so he can watch the master at work, and frown with disapproval at Indrik's antics. Dummy.

"Still don't fucking get why you put up with him... Uh, how long were you just fucking...around, anyway?"

"He's linked to my soul. It's dreadful. I might be able to break the connection, but I don't know what that would do to him. Or me."

He watches Indrik himself, hands going back into his pockets. It was fun, watching his favourite redheads be idiots together, but even the tiny smiles can't last forever on Rex. The positive fades from the neutral.

"About the time you started helping him. Thank you, for that."

As far as he's concerned, linked souls is not a good excuse because that just makes Indrik a parasite and he should be exterminated. No good at all! He gives a grunt of acknowledgement at the thanks, but for some reason he isn't feeling up to reveling in it. Maybe because this guy saw him fall on his ass, and all.

"Uh. Not like much of a choice, with him busting in and not being a randomass monster. Just...your monster."

"You had a choice."

He leaves it at that. Maverick did have a choice. He could have wandered off and left Indrik but didn't only because he's Rex's monster. Reminding him that he chose to do so is Rex's way of saying it's appreciated, as he lowers himself to one knee and claps at his palm with one hand. Indrik comes over with his head down, stealing glances up.

"Apologise to Maverick."

This is a trick he's been working on- the result is a little 'mee-eek' noise from Indrik.

...Heh. He doesn't mind choosing the dumb thing -- because if he's going to admit it was a choice, then it was an exceptionally dumb one -- when it leads to getting to watch Rex say ridiculous things and his monster reacting in even more ridiculous ways. It's always going to be disgusting and terrifying to him, but in moments like this...yeah. Maybe it's almost cute, too.

"Yeah, yeah, dumbass. You're forgiven. Quit being such a pain though, huh?" He says with a grin and a step forward so he can hold his hand out to Indrik again. Less freaky when the grim creeper's around, too.

"If only it were that simple to prevent this beast from being the embodiment of agony."

Indrik turns his head to Maverick's hand, once again taking deep snorting breaths. His breath is hotter than a natural creature's would be, but hardly scalding. Once it's all sniffed again, Indrik shoots a quick red-eyed glance at Rex and weighs up if he'd get into trouble if he headbutts Mav in the chest for daring to raise a hand to him.

...Probably.

So he gives a gentle warning butt against his hand instead, remarkably like a cat nuzzle.

oh no...oh no. Indrik, you stop acting like a cat this instant, before he has to worry about liking you. Because that would just be the most awful thing, liking some dumb Outlands creature that would probably have slaughtered him without a second thought under different circumstances.

"Tell me this, then: you ever give him incentive to be good, or just be a giant -- and I mean just ginormously fucking giant -- bummer when he does something wrong?"

Indrik has a fair bit of cat in him! The mane, the front teeth, the ears... He purrs too, sometimes, though they're a little mooish. Said ears flatten for a second, then shoot up. Classic 'huh' expression when Rex strokes him under the chin for butting Mav's hand.

"I try... The problem seems to be he will behave for me, but once I am no longer present he just... is Indrik."

Indrik has completed calculating. Butting is clearly good stuff. So Mav gets another mild warning butt.

Really gotta hope he doesn't keep this behaviour up when he has a big unicorn horn.

Mav's okay with it. He'll feel deserving of death at that point, going so soft for a monster. This time, he chews the inside of his lip as he bravely goes about ruffling some of that mane scruff with scritches.

"He hasn't been too fucking bad..." The hesitation is clear. "He just likes you most, is all, for...some fucking reason. Does, uh, he get along with other animals?"

Indrik's mane is as silky and fluffy as looks, which is to say very. Render to Indrik the things that are Indrik's in the form of worshipful raise for the king and he calms down somewhat. Very well. This is acceptable. Welcome to being Indrik's subject Maverick- well, you already were. You just didn't show the proper respect until now.

"He attempts to assert his dominance over them. Most don't seem to notice."

Rex watches carefully, not only ready to intervene if Indrik goes off but also just... curious. There's a lot of mysteries around the beastie, down to the 'how do I deal with this' level.

It'll be apparent one day that he still doesn't show the proper respect, but for now? For now it's fine. Mav's happy to give affection if it means he gets to feel that super soft fur. The conversation ain't so bad, either, really...

"Wow, I'm fucking floored by that information," he says in a tone that suggests the opposite. Of course no one takes you seriously, you big dumb oaf... Fluffy oaf. "Long as he wouldn't fucking try to kill 'em, though, you might be able to use that. Like, hey, dumbass, look at this perfect cat and how fucking perfect she is, try to act more like her and you'll get rewarded like her, too. If he fucked with her, though, I'd have to turn him into steaks."

Because it's his cat. His cat is the perfect cat.

"Uh. He tries to assert his dominance, not prove his superiority. I imagine if I showed another animal performing tricks he wouldn't want to prove he can do them too- just show off until they admit defeat and treat him as their master."

Rex is absolutely wrong about this. His hesitance to let Indrik interact with others has kept him from discovering that Indrik is smarter and more importantly more prideful than he seems- in fact, part of the reason he acts so stupidly is because he hasn't had much to learn. Though...

"I don't think it could work with cats, especially. They don't like me."

Cats hate him, in fact.

Maverick's confident. Indrik's stupid, which means he can be easily manipulated, which means having a visual example to compare himself to would trigger some kind of superiority or inferiority, or something. Also he really doesn't want to go into how he doesn't really want to picture Indrik trying to fuck his cat, which is what the immediate association with 'asserting dominance' is. Good thing he's distracted by something far more important: cats.

"Whaaat? Why the fuck don't they like you?" Maverick likes Rex, therefore cats should like Rex???? because Maverick loves cats? The logic breaks down somewhere, which is why he's glad he's not stupid enough to say it out loud, but he still thinks it.

There’s a lot of stupidity unsaid there, which is the best way for stupidity to be.

“I have no idea. I choose not to unfairly distress them by trying to find out.”

It’s because in his heart he is a dog, Maverick. And also is a fucking terrifying giant that cats find very off putting. Did wonders for his reputation as a masked merc- there’s something astounding intimidating about someone making all the feral cats run away when you come to down. It’s horror movie level spooky.

It is spooky...and now Maverick is thinking about how not liking cats is a dealbreaker, so where does cats not liking someone put them? And then he has to think about how that's a weird thing to think. Hm.

...It is nice that he doesn't want to distress the cats, though.

"Well, cats love me. Maybe you're on one side of the room with the dummy here, and I'm on the other side with Ricktoria. She doesn't really care about other animals, far as I've seen."

"...We can try. But best to exclude Indrik from the first trial. If she cannot tolerate my presence without him it's unlikely to be improved by the presence of an aggressive earth spirit."

Indrik has decided he is forgiven for his naughtiness, which he mostly is by now and starts attempting to sneak off while Rex is even moderately distracted. A few delicate little hoofy-tip-toe steps and-

Rex's hand closes around his tail, just before the tuft of hair and Indrik freezes, looking sheepishly over his shoulder. Busted.

"But if she seems upset I will immediately leave."

Gosh, Indrik is so stupid. Mav wants to mock him, but honestly rewarding him with any kind of attention now feels counterproductive, so he readjusts his bag on his shoulders and switches to a more casual stance instead.

"Awwh, come on," he needles, reaching out with his foot to tap Rex. "You do that, there's no chance at progress. What if you'd peaced the fuck out the instant I seemed upset, huh? You never would have known how fucking great I am."

"Yes, but cats are significantly more intelligent than you. I could never hope to fool one as I have you." It's gentle ribbing in his deadpan style, but also a legitimate source of constant guilt that coils his guts in knots. He can feel them sliding around like eels in a bucket. Everything about him is a lie, why hasn't the sun incinerated him for being unworthy of its light, everything is a mistake.

"...But we can try."

"Oi, oi..."

With a faux(?)-offended huff, he turns that foot nudge into a very light kick. It's true, though, cats are smart as heck, and it's also true that this is how conversations go when you have a positive(??) relationship with someone. The concession gets him to perk up. He likes it when things go his way, because in the end he is but a simple fool.

"Only fair anyways, right? Since I've had to see this chunk of stupidity twice now, you might as well meet Ricktoria."

It was gonna happen sometime.

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