[The storm started unexpectedly, and while he was still out in the open, of course. Getting soaking wet isn't something Ragna enjoys, much less when the rain's kind of... odd. He doesn't know where the pink color came from, and frankly, doesn't want to find out. Regardless, he can now be found beneath the deck, wringing out his jacket and cursing under his breath.]
What kinda shit was that, some sorta soda? Tch, it'd better wash off...
[Come here, crew. Let him love you. Or hate you, though that's nothing unusual.]
b. jurassic park adventures
[Unbearable heat. Insects. Plants that try to eat him. Small raptor-like thingies thinking it's extremely funny to jab his ankles when he's passing by.
Overall, this place is a hell.
The Grim Reaper has been making his way through the forest for quite a while now, hacking the branches in his way, grumbling as he does. He doesn't think he can find anything interesting or even remotely useful here, so at this point he just carries on for the sake of letting off some steam rather than genuinely hoping to reach some destination.]
... Being stuck on a goddamn boat for weeks ain't so bad when you get a decent meal and place to sleep afterwards, but nooo, we have to end up in some stupid jungle. Par for the friggin' course...
[He'd probably continue with his complaints, but that's when he cuts through bushes obscuring his view, only to find himself face to face with a... stegosaurus.]
WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL?!
[The dinosaur barely spares the yelling man a glance, busy with its lunch and not finding him flailing overly interesting even when he falls back, stumbling in shock. Meanwhile Ragna gapes at the animal, opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly while his mind tries to catch up with the situation.]
c. meeting the natives
[Just when Ragna thought matter couldn't possibly get worse... they did, just as usual. The natives aren't very friendly towards strangers, and the Grim Reaper in particular managed to trample his chances of gaining their trust early on when they witnessed him using his Drive to knock out a bunch of dinosaurs that made the mistake of trying to make him into his dinner. The sight of beast-shaped shadows sending the predators flying would make about anyone wary of their source, especially a primitive culture like the one present on the island.
Which is why they decided to surround the man, pointing their spears and glaring suspiciously at him.]
Guess a warm welcome's outta question...
[Ragna groans in response, reaching for his Blood-Scythe. Negotiations have never been an option for him, so persuading him killing what is probably half of the local tribe is not a good solution would probably be advised.]
Ragna Catchall
[The storm started unexpectedly, and while he was still out in the open, of course. Getting soaking wet isn't something Ragna enjoys, much less when the rain's kind of... odd. He doesn't know where the pink color came from, and frankly, doesn't want to find out. Regardless, he can now be found beneath the deck, wringing out his jacket and cursing under his breath.]
What kinda shit was that, some sorta soda? Tch, it'd better wash off...
[Come here, crew. Let him love you. Or hate you, though that's nothing unusual.]
b. jurassic park adventures
[Unbearable heat. Insects. Plants that try to eat him. Small raptor-like thingies thinking it's extremely funny to jab his ankles when he's passing by.
Overall, this place is a hell.
The Grim Reaper has been making his way through the forest for quite a while now, hacking the branches in his way, grumbling as he does. He doesn't think he can find anything interesting or even remotely useful here, so at this point he just carries on for the sake of letting off some steam rather than genuinely hoping to reach some destination.]
... Being stuck on a goddamn boat for weeks ain't so bad when you get a decent meal and place to sleep afterwards, but nooo, we have to end up in some stupid jungle. Par for the friggin' course...
[He'd probably continue with his complaints, but that's when he cuts through bushes obscuring his view, only to find himself face to face with a... stegosaurus.]
WHAT THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL?!
[The dinosaur barely spares the yelling man a glance, busy with its lunch and not finding him flailing overly interesting even when he falls back, stumbling in shock. Meanwhile Ragna gapes at the animal, opening his mouth and closing it repeatedly while his mind tries to catch up with the situation.]
c. meeting the natives
[Just when Ragna thought matter couldn't possibly get worse... they did, just as usual. The natives aren't very friendly towards strangers, and the Grim Reaper in particular managed to trample his chances of gaining their trust early on when they witnessed him using his Drive to knock out a bunch of dinosaurs that made the mistake of trying to make him into his dinner. The sight of beast-shaped shadows sending the predators flying would make about anyone wary of their source, especially a primitive culture like the one present on the island.
Which is why they decided to surround the man, pointing their spears and glaring suspiciously at him.]
Guess a warm welcome's outta question...
[Ragna groans in response, reaching for his Blood-Scythe. Negotiations have never been an option for him, so persuading him killing what is probably half of the local tribe is not a good solution would probably be advised.]