<strong>Name</strong>: Austin “Oz” Darcy (bloodhound to crocodile)<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre</strong>: Chimera<br/><strong>Position/Grade</strong>: Returning Student/Junior<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hall of Oracles - Auditorium<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Cristina, Lara, Molly (if she returned in time), and Robert.<br/><br/><br/>Austin hadn’t expected to scare Molly. She had leapt out of her chair so quick that he feared she had a dog phobia. Gazing at the chess pieces she left behind in her chair, he then turned his attention to Cristina and Lara, having turned his head quickly to get his jowls and floppy ears swaying.<br/><br/><strong>A backpack, hmmm…</strong>(<em>Lara</em>)<br/><br/>Damn that girl was observant and he thought that he had hid it pretty well. Because Molly had fled, it was no longer obscured. The dark-haired beauty still decided to pat him. He felt her nails raking behind his ears and he rested his big head in her lap, closing his eyes as she scratched him. Next was the red-head’s hand gliding along his back. They had been reeled in. With Molly having run, he could estimate that the cute puppy act worked 95% of the time.<br/><br/><strong>Ya know, mate?  He may be los' and can' find his way home.  Should we take him to tha shelder and ge' him looked at?</strong>(<em>Cristina</em>)<br/><br/>The bloodhound raised his head, his ears lifting a little in surprise when Cristina made that frightful suggestion. Next they’d want to do is get him neutered. It was all fun. His tail was wagging all over the place, slapping against the back of chairs. Dogs couldn’t control it, and it didn’t seem like he could either.<br/><br/>“Woah, hey now, ah can assure you that ah’m one of the healthiest dogs ‘round these parts,” the bloodhound spoke. “Only thang you’d catch from me is…<em>love</em>.” He lowered his voice when emphasizing the word, trying to play on a Barry White.<br/><br/>“‘Guess this cheeky bugger need ta’ go and introduce himself. Mah names Austin or Oz if you don’t feel like sayin’ the whole thang. Yeap, mah power is shapeshiftin’ inta’ big critters and little critters. That cockatiel that was up there was yours truleh. Gotta make these things interestin’. ‘Kinda exasperatin’ listenin’ to ‘em every year. Ah unfortunately haven’t seen you ladies ‘round here. This is a big school, but if ya'll ever need any sort of help with anythin’ you jus’ call Oz.”<br/><br/>The bloodhound lowered his head to his book bag and all they’d hear was a zip and shuffle before his head rose producing three calling cards. He set the red card with the black three-headed Cerberus on the seat Molly had vacated for when she would return. Overtop of the pictorial was a cell phone number written in gold ink. He then set the other two cards on Lara’s and Cristina’s knees.<br/><br/>“Don’t be ‘fraid ‘bout callin’ me. Ah assure you ah don’t bite…much. Now if you’ll excuse me, ah needa’ go and find me a seat. Maybe ah’ll see ya’ll ‘round lunch?”<br/><br/>The dog snagged his back pack between his teeth and went moving through the aisle to search the auditorium for a spot. This always happened when one showed up last.<br/><br/>The long head of a crocodile (http://ozmagic.homestead.com/AustralianSalwaterCrocodileAttacks/Aust_Crocodile_Attacks_BGRD.jpg) emerged from beneath the chair of one of the teens in the first row (Robert). There had been too many students this year, but Austin didn’t mind kicking back, especially when he could get a good laugh. He always liked seeing how many students he could startle with his powers.