Momo (M0) Ames's Story

Goose ignored the next new arrivals abjection at being called 'princess' and tapped his foot irritable while the clicking, growling, armored beast lumbered out of his way and toward the girl. The creatures long tail swung back and forth with each step and had Goose been much taller he would have been knocked flat on his rump.
"Watch it, ugly!" he snapped as he kicked sand into the small crater that was the crash sight. The hole was slowly filling with water but he dragged his foot across the sand anyway, that's just how it was done.
The Goose stood back, crossed his arms and, with his feet in their pointed boots twitching with impatience, he waited.

The next arrival appeared standing before him after several moments. No bloody chains, no sandstorm and winged menace.
"Now that's how you make an appearance..." he began snootily informing the previous two arrivals. Then the newest arrival spat white foam on the sand at his feet and started shrieking.
"Great, she's rabid," he mumbled under his breath. "Watch the boots there Twinkles!" he ordered out loud glaring up at the young beauty brandishing a toothbrush. The girl proceeded to struggle in the water and wet sand on his arrival point.
"That's done it!" Goose complained stomping away from her. "No fixing it now, best to do it else where."
The goblin-creature inspected the beach before him, pacing back and forth, while the arrival made some fuss about suddenly finding herself sodden with sea water and standing on the beach.
"Here'll do," he said smugly and drew a new cross in the sand with a piece of driftwood several feet to the right of the original one. "Let's see how long it takes for them to mess that one up." He gave a pointed look at the first two trouble-makers and the lizard.
Then he turned back to the girl, "I'm Goose. This is The Island. Try not to die too soon. Don't encourage the simpleton."

Goose sighed as everyone started talking and waddled back over to his armchair. He climbed back up onto the seat where his feet hung off the ground and folded his hands over his stomach while he sat back to survey the new arrivals. "Let's see..."
He turned towards the first pale arrival, "What the hell is going on? I've already answered that, Missie. Your on The Island. And if your all following my advice, as you ought to if you've got anything of worth between your ears, your trying not to die." He switched his gaze to the newest arrival, who was just finishing mimicking him.
"What is this island called? Do you have water in your ears, Twinkles? Or are you just slow? Its The Island. That's it's name you ninny." He snapped, not feeling particularly courteous. As if he ever did. "And you want clothes? The ones on your back not good enough? You'll have to leave the beach, go into the jungle and beyond to find some."
He gave a smug and wicked smile and the appalled expression growing on her face and turned back to the pale warrior.
"How many more are there? More; that's how many." Even he knew that wasn't a straight answer and the though made his grin more smug. "Any more questions ladies? And dragon."

The dragon came back with its rider who began talking to the bleeding gun-carrier. They were talking and the other boy was talking and it was beginning to set Goose on edge.
"There's lot's of people," said Goose with a tone akin to panic but with a deeper edge of something to it. "All on my beach. Lot's of people and- YOU'RE WRECKING MY BEACH!!"
The red-brown hair boy was smiling at him, not in a nice way.
"I can play games too, Skippy," snarled Goose returning the wicked grin. He rolled his shoulders with a slight frown like he was removing a kink from his neck. His voice was deeper when he spoke again. "And I know just how flammable you are."
"Okay you lot, listen up! Skippy there are things in that jungle who love to play games with you. Trigger and Princess deal with your medical emergency elsewhere, thanks. Take Ugly with you. Doc, Missie and Twinkles... i don't know just... elsewhere... maybe the Party. This is the deal, you're all here for an indefinite amount of time. Follow my advice but leave me alone."
He stomped off back to his armchair, he was oddly taller now and when he sat down he was able to mush his feet aggressively into the sand in front of him.
"And keep clear of my arrival point."

OOC: Don't take Goose personally. It's just his character. I love that there's so many people.