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❝ .... ❞ What Wes couldn't believe was that Pork had the money to buy professional therapy from what's clearly a Drumer, judging by his well maintained pink suit. Wes was bias and had a lot of benefit of the doubt for Drumers, the scar on the dog's eye was most likely permanent and not a result of him not being able to afford treatment for it.

The fake devil horns were unexplainable though.

❝ I should of expected a therapist would find their way to Pork eventually. ❞ —said the old otter.

Brok folded his arms, having a problem with Wes's response simple as it may have been.

❝ That's cruel ya'know? You were on Lia's case. You know what I've been through. ❞

❝ Just an observation. No need to get sensitive. ❞ Wes was quick to deflate Brok's criticisms.

❝ Please follow me to my office, the both of you. ❞ Wes turned and walked back towards where he had initially came.

Wes's office had the familiar silver and purple hues characteristic of The Drums, Brok took a seat in front of Wes's desk.

Knowing Jack wouldn't be familiar with this room, Brok silently pulled out a mobile (wheeled) chair for the dog to sit on.

Wes had an office computer in front of him. The hardware wasn't too unfamiliar but under the hood this was an advanced Triweb computer.

At the question from Wes, Jack's ears perks up and he walks right on forward to the old otter with a saunter of his hips a bit, before a bravado intro was spoken.

"Greetings there! I'm Jack Kibou! Crisis Counselor of...." He's about to say Hell, but...should he scared this poor old guy with that?

"Of Atlasia? Here in the heart of the slums!" He says before straightening his suit.

"And I'm accompanying Brok today, to.....help monitor his progress, with staying organized and uh....working on his responses to stressful situations and such." He smiles, total good lie on the spot.

"I hope you don't mind? I'll be as quiet as a mouse." Jack assured to the officer.

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 Excuse me?

First of all, —how would he fake muscle?

❝ I'm serious, I used to be a boxer in fight pits. ❞ Illegal fight pits, now that Brok was a law enforcer (vigilante) he doesn't do that anymore.

❝ It's ok if you don't believe me, I mean I have put on a couple pounds since then. ❞ Other than the extra weight he's put on, he'd like to think he's nowhere out of his prime.

Though Brok's memory is a mess, objectively there had been a fat increase according to The Drums pharmacy computer.

Ozzy flinched a little, taking a small step back from the gator. He doesn't know what he was thinking but apparently he did not expect an answer, or that his words were even being perceived.

-- " Erm.. Sorry. " He muttered. He didn't sound sorry, nor did he care to.

He raised an eyebrow as Brok flexed his bicep, rolling his eyes in response. Ozzy's old enough ( no he's not ) to know when something is fake. That's clearly a costume, who's this stranger trying to fool? He's not a gullible little kid anymore! ( yes he is )

-- " Sure they are. " He scoffed. He's not falling for that one. He can tell what's fake. The tooth fairy and car insurance, for example.

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❝ Name's Brok, —and don't sweat it, even among gators I've got a unique look, it's the detective hat and trench coat. ❞

❝ I'm a detective, for the right price I'm willing to solve whatever case you can throw at me, missing persons, stolen goods, murder. ❞

Nothing was off the table for Brok the InvestiGator.

With the great power of his Herculean strength came the responsibility to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

The words stuck in his brain a bit. How does one explain this..

"Well, of course I have seen crocodilians before, but none quite so... unique, as yourself."

A light flush dusted his cheeks immediately as the words passed his lips, embarrassment evident on the Rabbi's face. His hand quickly made to gently cover his lips, a desperate attempt to regain decorum of some sort. "Oh, that was probably so rude, I'm so sorry-"

"My name is Yeshua. I apologize, you must think me so ill mannered."

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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❝ Guess that makes two of us. ❞ —said Brok in smug reply.

@brawlligator. BROK.

❝ i'm ---. yeah, i'm not surprised. ❞

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A certain big green reptile had been strolling through the town of cats, sticking out like a sore thumb with his complete lack of fur and broad shoulders, but ultimately minding his own business, when suddenly the tabby's music had hit his ears, filling Brok up with exactly what he didn't know he needed today.

Before he knew it, he was riding the good vibes all the way to Rocky's location, a smile creases his toothy jaws, as he eventually found the source of the extravagant violin piece.

 ❝ Encore! ❞ —said Brok, tapping his foot.

Brok deposited 60 Unis to the cat to pay for his encore, the currency of his home country of Atlasia, and enough money to buy 3 Pampalos Fruits back at home.

Brok had given 3 golden yellow coins in total, which together equaled 60 Unis.

The Croc Meets the Chesire-Grinned Violinist (closed thread with @brawlligator )

It was a normal evening in the town of St.Louis. The time was around the 1920’s; Prohibition Era. A certain blue-clad tabby was out on a street corner, trying to get money by way of playing his violin; hoping those near him would lend a few bits of pocket change.

The street light halos him in fluorescence. He smiles a toothy grin, happy to lend his virtuosity to those refined or composed enough to understand it.

This individual in question is named Roark Rickaby; otherwise nicknamed “Rocky” by those fortunate—or unfortunate— that know him. And usually, Rocky is one to get into antics or hijinks more so befitting a vaudeville stage act or a cartoon than anyone serious in nature.

What antics will he find himself in this time?

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Two different SAGE demoes about Crocodalians!? I must be in heaven

Broc the Crocodile and Brok the InvestiGator. What are the odds of that? I like them both

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❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴇᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʙʙʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴄʜɪᴇғ ᴡᴇs ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ❞

 ❝ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ? ❞

The Tribot would have displayed beverage options, but before Jack could make any decision on what drink he wanted, footsteps could be heard coming from the back of the APD and getting closer.

❝ There you are Pork. ❞ Wes seemed to walk out his office as soon as Jack mentioned him.

❝ You're on time? ❞ Wes had never known Brok to be so punctual.

❝ Course I'm on time Wes, this is important. ❞ Brok smiled sheepishly.

❝ Right... ❞ The old otter didn't believe urgency would effect Brok's punctuality since it never had in the past. ❝ Who's this? ❞ Wes looked towards Jack.

"Rebirth....day?" He repeats to himself, taking in the information revealed about this universe.

This world was thrust into such chaos...? He rubs his chin silently in thought now.

"That's quite troubling...I still don't think shutting themselves in this hamster ball is any good long-term solution, not when there's still people OUTSIDE of it." He mentions, slowly thinking of the disparity between the two classes of citizens.

"On another note, where do we sit down and wait for this Wes guy you need to talk to?" Jack idly looks around the room now.

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Brok was very angry on the deer's behalf. ❝ Those were Squealers, nothing but no-good gangsters. ❞ Those rats.... they thought they could mug this stranger and get away with it.

❝ —Did they take any of your belongings? We can get them back! ❞ Brok's sense of justice fueled his anger, silently he complied with Jonathan to walk while talking, but with all of this adrenaline coursing through the big reptile's veins, it was more like a power walk.

Jonathan's calm demeanor was contagious, and naturally gave the impression that thankfully nothing had been stolen from him. Brok was slowly starting to simmer down, his bared teeth disappearing under his lips.

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"Thanks, mister... but I coulda handled it. Trust me, I'm proficient in hand-to-hand combat if push came to shove, ya know?" It wasn't like Jonathan was UNAPPRECIATIVE of Brok's interference of two thugs who thought they could get the upper hand of Jonathan being poised as a 'tourist'. Jonathan dressed a little TOO well for this part of town which is why they came after him the way they did. Jonathan brushes at his long coat and jeans.

"Sides, they woulda regretted messin' with me. They should know I'm... SORT of a superhero." Jonathan quips, and glanced up. It's late at night. His blue antlers shimmering against the moonlight. "So, I don't suppose you're here for the fun of it, eh?" Jonathan would motion for Brok to walk and talk. Jonathan had landed in this timeline and world out of 'people going missing' in this part of town. From the looks of it, Jonathan came in at a bad time... but truth to be told, he's where he needed to be.

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I love the game and its characters so I made a drawing of the protagonist.

link to your twitter (5) BROK THE INVESTIGATOR 🐊 (@COWCATGames) / X (twitter.com)

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"you're an anthropomorphic alligator....." damian says, stunned, the white eyes of his mask wide and wound, and yet, he could not help but stare up at the creature- man? croc ? he, of course, knew of a similar crocodile person. but ah, that was different. the small child stood on his toes for a better look. "fascinating."

 

❝ Anthro-what? ❞ —That was a really big word.

❝ I'm .... an alligator, don't tell me you've never seen one either? ❞ He's getting this a lot lately despite the fact alligators weren't an uncommon species as far as he knew.

❝ Where did all the gators go? Since when did I become a commodity? ❞

Considering he's an orphan, all the members of his species becoming a rare sight was REALLY concerning for him. Brok was 35 but he still would appreciate reuniting with his real mom and dad one day.

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Ozzy stared up at the huge alligator, puzzled by his detective outfit. Is this some kind of mascot advertisement for something? Some cereal brand, maybe?

" What mascot is this supposed to be? " he asked out loud, clearly not caring about how forward he sounded.

( hi!! hope this is alright! @routinestripes )

 

❝ Kid, — H E L L O, quit talking about me like I'm not even here. I can hear everything you're saying. ❞ Brok was about as disappointed in the little red-headed boy as he could be while not being Ozzy's parent or guardian.

❝ This isn't a mascot costume, I'm sad to say these muscles are the real deal. ❞ Brok flexed his bicep.

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brok sweats it out on a punching bag

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Brok watched as Jack's fur and pink polyester suit returned to him, Jack was no longer a being composed entirely of pink ethereal fire.

❝ H-how did you do that!? ❞ In layman's terms (terms Brok could better use to process everything), Jack had effectively turned his body into fire with the properties of vapor an seeped under Brok's skin.

❝ I thought your powers weren't working! What even was that!!! ❞ Brok felt like he was going to cry, despite Jack's efforts to defuse the situation.

When Jack's energy had seeped inside him he had felt his warmth, and in some ways even the dog's weight.

Brok just wanted an explanation, —he was unable to move past what had just happen as quickly as Jack.

His ears now even float upwards as glowing bright white orbs look down at Brok.

They lift up when it notices Brok hasn't taken his hand, and only looks across at him in awe and....absolute bewilderment and fear.

"Brok?" A brief flash of hurt comes to his face, though he slowly takes that hand back now, letting it rest in his lap.

This was okay of Brok, it was a normal human response.

"No....you don't see...ME. You're terrified." His voice echoes a bit as he closes his eyes and feels that powerful form evaporate before him.

The pinkness in him draining back out to yellow and any power depleted as he leans onto the cushion for support, completely exhausted.

"I'm all back to normal....see?" He chuckles sheepishly and a bit tired, looking to the gator understandably still stunned. "I won't do anymore crazy stuff. Completely normal dog guy here now."

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"hey," he takes the seat across from brok, looking him up and down before propping his elbow up on the table arm wrestling style, "I hear you're the strongest fella in this place — I'll pick up your tab if y'can show me a good match. you in?"

 

❝ You're on! ❞ Brok said without an ounce of hesitation, Noland was a coeval offering himself, which carried an entirely different energy than any teenagers or bad company that threw themselves at him on the regular, —not to mention it was just arm wrestling.

Brok propped his own elbow up on the table and grabbed Noland's hand in a firm grip, since Noland was a nearly hairless mammal his bare skin felt similar to an elephant's with some nuances.

 Brok looked Noland directly in the eyes, challenging his mental wherewithal.

 If the Tamed Earthian wanted an out. Now was the time to take it.

Otherwise, Brok wasn't the type to pull his punches, and Noland was about to feel all the strength Brok could muster.

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Another fun comic! This time featuring characters from Brock the investigator, Brok and Graff. These characters are from an Indie video game that you can download the prologue from steam. This one was came out very well and it was satisfying to do.