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🐄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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"...So that's how you're going to be, is it?"

The thing is, while Indrik doesn't look like he's very good at aiming himself, Cereza happens to be standing between him and a bunch of seated students that bear an uncanny resemblance to squishy bowling pins at the moment... She thinks fast and pulls up one of the picnic blankets meant for seating, and flaps it with a flourish to deflect Indrik's attention and trajectory.

"Olé!"

That's the way Indrik is, Cereza. Don't take in personally. He unleashes one of his utterly graceless charges, chunky legs thudding with every step and his huge thick tail thrashing. Probably in an attempt to keep his balance but achieving just about the opposite. His easily distractable brain falls for her manoeuvre perfectly, though he's not quite a bull.

So as he passes the fluttering cloth, he sinks his lion style front teeth into it. A 750lb fat baby beasty is not an ideal accessory, even with a lovely stylish cape affixed to it.

So there she is, her posture and composure compromised because she didn't expect the makeshift cloak to be NOMFED by this fat baby chimera. The class cracks up again, of course.

"Does anyone have any idea whose critter this is?" She calls out, then wraps her wrist around the blanket and regards Indrik again. "Don't get cheeky, or I might just have to break you in, and I'll have you know that I've ridden things bigger and stronger than you for the full 8 seconds."

A couple of the class call out they've seen it before, a few mention 'Lurch', 'Death' or 'Bigfoot' and 'Dracula', which might be considered to be humorous heckling but are also things that it is completely fair to call Rex if you don't know his name. Not being an especially social person, it seems none of her class does- since hers is literally the only class he doesn't take. It's right there in the app, Rex dreads literature.

Indrik, on the other hand, dreads nothing! Cereza's tone is completely inappropriate to speak to the king, he feels. Tugging on the blanket a few times, he snorts repeatedly in challenge and irritation. Some sparks fly from said snout, a short warning before he opens his mouth, releasing the cloak and unleashing a fizzing multi-coloured ball. Weeeeeeeee-kab-boom! Just a firework!

"!"

She lets go to bend back to avoid the fizzing projectile, and it's close enough that those sparks of COURSE singe open parts of that thin blouse she's wearing. Honestly, maybe she should buy a larger size next time.

"Oh, you cheeky little--"

She flaps the cloak away irritably like a half-dressed matador, and takes a leap towards the bull thing. Her aim? Right on his back. That's right, let's RIDE!

For most people leaping onto Indrik's back is a horrendous idea for numerous reasons, being that a) he's stronger than he looks b) ornery as hell and c) pony sized, like 4' tall.

Cereza can surely handle all this, as Indrik starts bucking and squeaking and meeping furiously, his long thick tail swinging in wide circles. Some students keep up the laughter, a few go silent and red, there's at least one catcall.

After a bit, with Indrik sensing his energy flagging, really gives it his all and launches up onto a table and then into the air, ready to land on the students-

where the whole thing is caught by Rex, like a bizarre cheerleading tower. Holding Indrik by the belly, Cereza on top. So add 7'4 to that mounted height.

The crowd bursts into applause.

Rex feels super embarrassed and it takes all his focus to balance the whole thing.

Like an avant-garde totem pole, the stand together there for... Maybe a bit longer than anyone usually would. Cereza in mid-yeehaw arm, frozen on the Great and Powerful Indrik, held aloft by a towering and slightly gaunt man. There's a rustle in the trees. Cereza blinks, and shifts to side-saddle and leans back to get a look at what's going on.

"Oh. Hello." She says, smugly and somewhat upside-down-ly to Rex. "That was a good catch. Give me a second, and I'll be right down."

She then proceeds to, for lack of a better description, cartwheel-slink her way to the ground, while somehow keeping her weight from screwing up his center of gravity in the process.

"I have to admit, he was a helluva ride, although I have had better... Is he yours, by any chance?"

"Good day," he gets out, his expressionless and deadpan voice not budging from this truly bizarre series of events. His strength boosted by his magic, balance is the key issue at the moment. Indrik is 750lb and he wouldn't dare guess Cereza's weight in her presence, but he expected to have to account for it when getting her to dismount. Apparently not.

Once she's on the ground, he gently tosses Indrik up to she can catch him across his broad shoulders rather than hold him over his head like a trophy on the stage. For his part, Indrik lets out his attempt at the cutest 'meep' possible, while being the world's heaviest fluffy boa. Can he get out of this without getting into trouble?

"I'm afflicted with him, yes." One hand per pair of legs on Indrik, Rex gives a shallow bow. "I apologise for inflicting him on your class as well."

And Rex is also hoping he can get out of this without getting into trouble. He has enough trouble making tendencies of his own, he doesn't need his baby king of beasts doing it for him.

"Nonsense! He was very entertaining for all of us. But since we ARE in class, I think it's time for a bit of show-and-tell. You see, we're all about supernatural creatures and what they represent, here. Please, do tell us about your... Friend. Is he a summon, by any chance?"

Rex really does not want to think about what Indrik is supposed to represent since it might be some aspect of him and that's just cruel.

"No, Indrik is, as far as I am able to tell, an earth spirit." As if in agreement, Indrik mewls and swings his huge dinosaur tail around. Any Slavs in the audience have a reaction to the phrase 'Indrik', seeing as how it's the truly terrifying king of beasts that makes the ground shake with every step, but also a chubby child on Dracula's shoulders. Possibly unique. No one has been stupid enough to try and study it to find out if there's more than one if the same one just keeps being reborn. "Though rather than drawing his power from a mountain range, this one has gotten attached to me."

This, sadly is not the reason he looks like he's about to keel over. He just doesn't sleep.

It was gonna happen sometime.

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