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Aryl
Legacy Name: Aryl

The Nuclear Xotl
Owner: Whovian_986

Age: 12 years, 10 months, 4 weeks

Born: June 5th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: June 5th, 2011

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Statistics

• Level: 5
   
• Strength: 12
   
• Defense: 11
   
• Speed: 12
   
• Health: 13
   
• HP: 13/13
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

On one side, a strongman is straining to lift an enormous barbell. On the other, a woman basks, half in water, her mermaid tail--no doubt fake--swishing idly through the shallow pool. It is literally a freak show. Everyone is here, just as the posters had advertised--Pony Boy, the Dog-Faced Man, the Bearded Lady, the Elephant Man... Most of them had fake prosthetics; the others, however, looked genuine.

One particular attraction advertised 'The Lizard Girl.' Curious, you wander closer. A man in a tailcoat and a top hat is standing on a stage near a massive object that is covered in a cloth curtain. "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please," he calls, the firelight casting his face in a mysterious light. The gathered crowd hushes. "I have something very special for you tonight, everyone," he says, lowering his voice. "A wonder of a creature, no doubt from the edges of the earth. The legends say she rose up out of the water, sprouting up out of nothing, a creation from either the heights of Heaven or the depths of Hell. And tonight, you will see her in front of your very eyes. Ladies and gentlemen, stand back. I present to you... the Lizard Girl!"

A curtain is flung off, revealing an enormous cage underneath. And inside--well, at first, it seems to be empty. But then a dark shape drops down from one of the upper corners--a roughly humanoid shape, though you notice strange ridges on her head, and things hanging off of her that appear to be the ragged remains of strange-looking garments.

Unsure of what to think of this mysterious figure, you move closer. More light is shed on the cage, and you can see the girl--if that's what she is--more clearly. Her feminine figure is covered from ridge to long toes with scales of lush green, striped here and there in blue. You can't get a good look at her eyes because they keep flickering about, but from your angle, they appear to be yellow chips of ice. Suddenly she lunges forward, something snapping out, at least three feet away from the cage. The audience jumps back, startled, and you realize that it was her tongue. Like a frog snatching a bug out of the air, she just tried to snap at you.

Everyone else starts clapping, but you notice that the girl in the cage looks angry. She doesn't appear to be a performer looking for attention--rather, it would seem that she's being held against her will. She climbs up on the bars of the cage, her long, scaly fingers and toes gripping them easily. You're surprised not to see a tail swinging beneath her, but she doesn't appear to have one.

Curious and rather concerned, you wait until the show's over before sneaking around back and finding the cage. The cover's back over it again, but you can hear something underneath. You strain your ears, and a strange noise comes into focus: it seems to be a mixture of hisses, clicks, and other such noises. You don't know what it is, exactly, but it sounds angry.

You take a step closer, and the noise stops. You hear something shuffling inside the cage, and the fabric cover swishes slightly. "Who's there?" calls a harsh voice from behind it. Startled, you don't answer. "I know you're there, you evolutionary disgrace! Aren't I allowed to sleep in peace?!"

"I--I'm sorry," you say, taking a hesitant step back.

The curtain of cloth stirs once more and is scrunched back, revealing a triangle of black and, from between the bars, two glinting yellow eyes that look you up and down contemptuously. "Who are you?" she asks--for her tone is most definitely that of a female. You start to stammer an answer, but she interrupts. "Shut up, I don't care. Let me out." You're not sure if this is a good idea. As if she senses your uncertainty, she continues, furiously, "Do you think I'm doing this because I like it?! I was taken! I don't want to be here! But you stupid apes will do anything for money!" Her voice thinned into a sneer on the last word.

You glance over your shoulder, self-conscious; her voice, raised in anger, echoes dangerously around the place. "Shh!" you hiss. Despite her abrasive manner, however, you can't help but feel sorry for her. She clearly doesn't want to be here. On the other hand, you're still not convinced she should be let free. "Where did you come from?" you ask curiously, disregarding her request for a moment.

She mutters something in a language you don't recognize that sounds suspiciously like an insult. She presses her face against the bars, and you can see that the scaly skin between her eyes is crinkled in a scowl and her lips drawn back over slightly pointed teeth. "That's none of your business, monkey-brain. Hurry up and get me out."

You're starting to get annoyed with this girl. She's very outspoken, for someone trapped in a cage. Shrewdly, you ask, "Why should I?"

She looks about ready to skin you alive, and you start to wonder if you're standing far back enough that her long tongue won't be able to reach you. "Because, ape-man," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I'm trying to save your brainless kind." She pauses, and her tone becomes clearer and graver as she adds, "You're in danger."

"In danger? From what?" you ask cautiously. You're not sure whether or not to believe this creature; she could, after all, just be using it as a ruse to get herself free.

"Aliens, you twat!" The sudden burst is so unexpected that you are stunned into silence. She takes this opportunity to continue in a very grudging, reluctant tone, "People from another planet a long way away from here are coming. If they arrive and nobody's warned, they'll lay waste to this place, which is as much my home as yours. If you let me out, I can help Earth."

You pause. She could be lying--but even if she isn't telling the truth about the Earth being in danger, some part of you knows she deserves to be freed anyway. She clearly doesn't want to be here. "Alright," you say. "Where's the lock?"

With a muttered, "Finally," she rustles about with the curtain and shows you, and you pick the lock easily. You pull the door open, and she steps out with an ungracious, "Thank you," looking around at her surroundings.

Without warning, you feel a sudden wind ruffling your hair. There's a noise coming from somewhere behind you, a slow, pulsing noise like grinding metal. It gets louder, then softer; louder, then softer...

Curious and startled, you turn around to see something materializing: it's tall, blue, and box-shaped, with a pulsing light on top and a sign that says "POLICE BOX." With a low thud, the police box becomes solid, and the light turns off, but the light in the windows is still shining out, bright and white. The reptilian woman is staring, her eyes wide. "It's him," she mutters. "It's really him..."

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