#melfrand

At the entrance, there was a warning explaining that for safety reasons, only one visitor at a time was allowed. Mentions that there were defense systems in place should anything go awry. Turrets, electric nets.

(Looks like two familiar faces, Susie Saurington and Haruka Amami, are really happy to see Mel again!)

Melfrand lowers his while body, so that his gigantic head rests on the ground.

"Hey, guys. They put me on some kinda probation. Turns out somebody as big as me once got infected by that one virus, a long time ago. So they had me run missions under complete radio silence. Couldn't broadcast myself in any way. It's fine, though! They gave me some amount of authority to start picking my own jobs."

He lets his eye dart back and forth between the two.

(Kris' turn, and they've brought Noelle this time!)

(Remember, Mel, don't do anything to spook Noelle! Without anyone else around, she gets scared easily, and she is practically hugging Kris' leg here.)

[The croc seems to have picked up on the nervosity and lowered himself slowly, not to spooked Noelle, but he makes sure both her and Kris can tell they both have his attention whenever needed]

"I know I'm kinda big, huh? I'm probably just as nervous as you are, so let's just take it one step at a time, right?"

[ He looks at his damaged side and back to the both of them ]

(Seems like Susie and Haruka have decided to visit Mel after getting Jag's message...and are both incredibly downtrodden at the sight of things.)

(Also, they are both are being very careful with their wording, as per Jag's request.)

Although his movements are sluggish, he still seems to move with a fair amount of comfort. After shifting around a bit he opts for laying on his side with his head straight enough so that he can look at both Susie and Haruka.

He looks like he's gone through they're wringer and back. Exhausted, mentally drained and visibly so, but he still has a bit of a smile.

Signed

- Critical Error: Halting Feedback Failure. Rebooting...

- Critical Error: Audio Feedback Failure. Rebooting...

Everything had gone completely dark, for roughly minutes. That was more than enough time for ANYTHING to go wrong, horribly fast. Melfrand was big enough that seconds in carelessness could spell disaster.

He couldn't hear.

He couldn't see.

He couldn't feel his surroundings.

That was more than enough time. Time for things to go awry. Hopefully, when things return to normal, everything would be fine and he could go back to lining his shot that he was supposed to take. A blur of noise indicated to the gator that things were coming back. A visual blur further confirmed hope was here.

What sight Melfrand was offered told another story. He was nowhere near where he was supposed to be, and his allies had a very shocked look on their face.

Sounds were flooding back in his ears. A cacophony of murmurs accompanied with expressions of shock. From the little he managed to properly catch, he had made a terrible mistake.

He felt things again. His foot was on something.

No...

Not something...

Someone.

He had crushed a civilian THIS group were in the process of helping.

When he realized what he had done, he fled the scene. All that his allies could tell was that he was whimpering. It was consensus among the people there...

It had to be an accident.

( @ask-reindeer-dad )

"I, um... I don't fit in doors... The guys kinda use that to throw parties they don't want me in, because I'd be too big and wouldn't fit in the room anyway..."

The crocodile sulks for a moment.