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[Croc sat in a comfy chair in the lounge. He had a large cigar in hand, and wore a clean white suit. He'd been here a while, and has been able to find items to his liking. On top of that his closet seemed to supply him with nice clothes, tailored to his odd body shape. He likes that he's being taken care of in a way, but still not happy about being here against his will.

[He tried getting answers out of the Lunch Lady, and the Nurse, but he couldn't get anything. Any harm or torture he tried didn't work or he'd black out while trying to get answers, and wake up in his room. He tried swimming off the island, to see what they may be close to, but that too didn't work. He wonders maybe if working alone wasn't enough. Maybe he needed to get a gang started on the island. He'd focus on getting a group together, then taking control... but who on this island was cut out to team up with? He wasn't going to work with any losers, that's for sure.]

((ooc: Croc is chilling in the lounge. Pester, mingle with other people, look for snacks what ever you want :>))

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[She lets the energy wash over her again, transforming back.]

It is. Trust me, I've tried, but once I get past that barrier, my wings lock up and I fall. And even high falls hurt for me.

I see...

[Well you're not rendered completely useless yet. There may be a use for you in the future.]

If there's a barrier like that, there's gotta be a thing makin' it right?

[Like a computer? Those things can do that right? Right?]

Yes, but none of us have any idea what it could be. This place has been here for a long time now, and everyone who's been here has looked around. I think every part of the school except for the North Wing has been picked over, and the North Wing is... strange. There's a lot of items there from home or elsewhere, but there's also a lot of magic that does a lot of... odd things.

[She runs a hand through her hair, sighing.]

The only person who seems to know anything is that lady whose voice comes over the intercom.

[He growls.]

One day I'll get my hands on that woman.

[Then take control! After he makes her and who ever she works for pay for imprisoning him.]

Good luck! I'll root for you if you do.

[He cracks his neck and murmurs before heading back indoors. He seems to distracted to give a proper goodbye]