<strong>Name</strong>: Austin “Oz” Darcy (Crocodile to human)<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>: Robert<br/><br/><br/><strong>That is enough.  There is no need for alarm.  That is not an alligator.  That is a student.  Mr Darcy, please assume your human form and have a seat.</strong><br/><br/>Austin was grinning, he wasn’t expecting his crocodile form to generate that big of a scare.<br/><br/>“Ah well, we’ll talk later, Rob,” Austin told him.<br/><br/>The crocodile wiggle-waggled out from beneath Robert’s chair into the space before the auditorium stage. Pushing off its reptilian hands, the crocodile morphed into a young man, wearing a black, form-fitting suit that bore a metallic luster beneath the auditorium lights. The dirty-blonde teenager grinned playfully at the students that were returning to their seats, and he went to find a folding chair in the back. The auditorium visit hadn’t been as bad as he had feared. There was a sing-a-long, he met some nice girls, and he got to scare people.<br/><br/>With his hands grasping the straps of his back pack, Austin made the trek to the back and once there, grasped a folding chair and straightened it out for him to sit on. He removed his bag and set it in his lap as he unzipped it and began fishing around inside it for some clothes rather than just walking around in his shape-shifter suit—it felt like long-johns. He pulled out a red shirt with the sleeves torn off that bore some artistic splattering on the front. Sliding that on, he pulled out some loose, dark-blue denim jeans with a brown leather belt, socks, and some plain-old white and black Nike’s. He didn’t mind dressing in the back. It wasn’t like he was naked—though he would have been if it wasn’t for his suit.