06 | [Open] Please Come Help Kill This Monster

[talktothedoll]

Who: Mort Yokugawa, the monster he accidentally created, and whoever wants to come help him stop the thing.
Where: Various places around town, with the actual fight taking place in a park somewhere.
When: Early evening, October 10.
What: Mort accidentally created a monster and needs help bringing it down. Subthreads for tracking the monster, fighting the monster, and the aftermath inside.
Warnings: Monster-fighting might get messy.



When Mort woke up that morning, he had no way of knowing that today would be the day he'd accidentally manage to create a monster. He still wasn't too sure what had happened; he'd been examining the silver medal that had appeared in his pocket while he was visiting the Towers after showing it to Asuka, a coin slot had appeared on another bit of junk someone had left on his desk earlier that day, the medal had gone into the slot and created a monster somehow, that monster had been standing there before him. It had become quite agitated at all the screaming (Mort could really yell if he had to), trashed Mort's office, and exited through a window, leaving Mort stuck with one very big problem. He hoped others on the network would be able to help him out, because even if he somehow managed to keep track of the thing, he had no way of bringing it down.

((OOC: And this is the promised log portion of Mort's monstrous misadventure, with the call to arms network post here. I am not concerned with tagging order in the least. I'd prefer to keep the actual fight with the monster contained to one thread, and I'll NPC it as necessary. Other than that, go nuts, have fun, and please wait until I get the three subthreads up before tagging.))

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TRACKING

[talktothedoll]

The first step in taking down a monster is finding the darn thing.Mort has sent his grasshopper robot on ahead, and he's watching a transmission of whatever video it's picked up on his phone as he rushes along, trying to figure out where the grasshopper is and if it's found any sign of the monster. Maybe you're helping him out, or maybe you're a terrified bystander wondering why a blue ankylosaurus man is storming through your coffee shop, place of business, bathroom, or other inconvenient place where one would not expect to find an angry blue ankylosaurus thing. (Bonus! Said ankylosaurus man will shortly be followed by a bouncing grasshopper robot and an out of breath middle-aged Japanese man. It's like a parade. A parade of weirdness.)

[soulsborderline]

Don't forget the angry redheaded girl following the out-of-breath Japanese man with the look of someone intent on murdering something on her face. Fortunately she doesn't seem intent on murdering anyone in particular, except the weird spiky blue thing.

She is, however, hanging back with Dr. Yokugawa instead of going off on her own, mostly because despite her best efforts she's not remembering how to kick monster ass yet.

[flamberge]

As soon as he'd been provided with the location and possible trajectory of the monster, Richard grabbed both his gun and sword (two weapons are better than one) before setting out. The motorcycle zooms through traffic as quickly as possible towards the location. Speeding isn't something he normally did, nor did he normally drive in-between cars. Today is an exception. Recklessness tends to be a bad idea, but letting a monster run around feels even worse an idea. All the motorists likely swearing at the damn guy on the motorcycle get put out of mind.

Soon enough, the individual from the network (along with another familiar face from the network) comes into his line of vision. Richard slows the motorcycle down and pulls on over to them. Maybe an introduction would normally take place, but he jumps straight to the point this time. "No luck in locating this creature as of yet, I take it?

[detectivetroll]

Nick, too, had started off immediately on hearing which way the monster'd been headed. He'd been in the area, and so opted to go on foot rather than attempt to battle traffic. After grabbing his personal gun from his car - if it comes to him shooting, he really doesn't want to use his service weapon - and takes off at a jog, moving easily through the crowds.

When he spots the man he'd seen on the network, he changes course to meet up with him and the two he's talking to - one who Nick recognizes, and isn't surprised to see involved in stopping this.

"I haven't spotted it, either. Splitting up might give us a better chance of finding it, but I'm not sure anyone should go up against it alone."

Re: TRACKING

[icy_heavens]

You know what a raging angry blue anklysaurus man is? Extremely conspicuous. Especially when it's charging in your general direction. Toushirou dives out of the way, remembering at the last second to avoid using his powers in a public place. Fortunately, the thing doesn't seem to have paid any attention to him and is continuing on its not-so-merry way.

"... The hell?"

He picks himself up off the ground, blinking after the creature. That certainly doesn't look like anything they've been up against so far. Terrific. Really. He's about to go after it on his own -- so what if he doesn't have his sword right now? -- but then he sees a few people from the network heading down the same path. Might be best to get an idea of the situation first.

"Hey. What the hell is that thing?"

[talktothedoll]

Mort did a double-take at the child. Network or no, they didn't need kids involved. "I'm not sure, but it came into being in my office. Nothing you need to worry about." Was that a vague shooing gesture? It was a vague shooing gesture. Mort had just attempted to shoo Toushirou away. "It's dangerous--you need to get out of here."

[icy_heavens]

Oh, he saw that shooing gesture. And that got Mort a look. And a huff. Which must inspire so much confidence, but damn it, Toushirou was sick of people acting like he couldn't take care of himself.

"And I guess you can handle everything?" He wasn't even going to bother trying not to sound peevish with that. "Not like we have time to argue about this anyway."

[truthandlogic]

Terrified bystander definitely would fit Edgeworth, not that he's going to show that. He's definitely got no fighting ability, just some really bad luck. He's just leaving the office on his way to the car, something that should be normal and mundane enough and it isn't even that long of a walk since the garage he parks it in is very close by.

Of course that won't be the case when there is a monster on the loose. Miles hadn't checked the network yet today, so he hadn't seen the feed speaking of the monster. He does see the anklosaurus in the distance and while it definitely looks strange and makes him wonder what it could be, his next thought is that monsters aren't real and it must be some person dressed up for Halloween, a bit early, but people can be weird.

Though it is definitely running pretty fast towards him. Looks like it would be best to just get out of its path and hope it doesn't want to try and mug him in broad daylight.

[ooc: For the record, I'm cool with Edgeworth getting attacked by the monster, just no major injuries, please.]

[talktothedoll]

The monster does not appreciate the lawyer in its way, and it's bellowing out a challenge. It would prefer to get as far away from its creator as it could, and now people were in its way. It's roaring at the top of its lungs and swinging that mace-fist around. Edgeworth is doing quite well to stay off the path, though he should mind the way that monster's swinging around.

"Get out of its way!" Mort is trying to help out as best he can, really, even if he's huffing and puffing from this run.

[truthandlogic]

It definitely wasn't Edgeworth's day at all now that he sees the thing has a weapon. Definitely some sort of costumed hooligan in Edgeworth's mind. Why Mort was chasing it is beyond him, he's guessing said hooligan must be running away after committing theft.

He definitely tries his best to get out of the way, because he really has absolutely no ability for self-defense outside of run away and knowing to carry some pepper spray. Problem is, the latter requires getting close to that thing and that isn't happening, so run away sounds like a good idea. He definitely does his best to keep as much to the other side of the sidewalk, even going right up against the side of a building to get as much out of the way as possible. Once he sees the danger he realizes he needs to make a quick decision to either run past it and duck into the parking garage now about 20 feet away, which would require jumping over a concrete wall (and he never was very athletic), or retreating and ducking in between some buildings to get out of the way.

He decides on the latter and turns to run away, not exactly smart since it puts his back to the thing, but he can move faster that way. Unfortunately, the monster likely can outrun him.

THE BATTLE

[talktothedoll]

The monster has finally been cornered in a quiet, little-visited park. (How convenient.) It's time to stop it from going anywhere else.

[dominateartimus]

It took a bit, but Xander finally caught up with the rest of the group and the monster. Despite being breathless, he was taking a moment to form a plan. It needed to be subdued and the best method of doing that would to sneak up from behind. Even if that meant putting himself at risk.

He starts to move towards a shady part of the park and glances about for any civilians that weren't part of the network. Once he was in the clear, he merges in to the shadows and travels among the ground towards the creature before sliding his way up its back. The difficult part of this plan was for him to come out of the shadows, wrap his arm around its neck, materialize the rest of himself while avoiding the spikes on it back before striking it in back of the knee. Hopefully all those hours practicing by himself and with Ravindra would pay off.

[talktothedoll]

[The monster has been heading towards an underused and nearly abandoned baseball diamond at the park, and it's so focused on its task, it initially fails to notice Xander.

Xander's able to get an arm around its neck, but it starts swinging that mace-fist of it around wildly. The strike to its knee doesn't seem to do that much to it through its thick hide, and while it staggers, it does not fall and continues flailing everywhere.

Just to make things worse, it also releases a blast of cold mist. It's not anywhere near as strong as the wiki link says as it would be under ideal circumstances, but it's not unlike suddenly falling into a chilled swimming pool, minus the drenching part.]

[dominateartimus]

When it didn't succumb to his first kick, he tries again, but misses. He wasn't surprised that the creature was retaliating by trying to wallop him with its mace-hand and trying to swing him in to its spikes. He tried his best to hang on and prevent himself from getting hurt, while trying to shout out an order to the other network members.

Except his timing could have been better. He was engulfed by a cold mist and his words never made it out. It was an uncomfortable sensation and the first thing that came to his mind was to conjure a flame. Instead of using one finger to snap, he tried two, hoping it would make a bigger flame. It didn't work as well as he had thought since the fire he produced from his hand was as big as a lighter's. Still, he would put it to use by targeting the creature's right shoulder blade.

i'm sorry this is late! pokemon came out.......

[stagnantair]

[Gavin had seen the post on the Network, but he hadn't banked on encountering the monster before getting a chance to respond. Guess that was what happened when you decided to go out for junk food after dark.]

What-- is that the thing they were posting about?

believe me, I know that feel

[talktothedoll]

I'm afraid so!

[Mort is not used to having to run this much, even if he does try to regular exercise worked into his busy schedule. The monster's now smashing a mailbox. Hopefully anyone else who sees it will think a car hit it and drove away.]

Careful--it's not very happy...

[stagnantair]

Any idea on how to get rid of it? Anything you might have Echoed or--

[Wow, that thing is loud. And really, really Echo-y. Excuse him, he has a headache.]

I mean...

AFTERWARDS

[talktothedoll]

Even the smoothest battles with suddenly-appearing monsters sometimes end up with the heroes suffering minor wounds. Even though he's hurting himself from that initial office trashing, Mort's still a doctor and would be more than happy to give anyone a hand. Alternatively, compliment each other on your monster-bashing skills, because you rock.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's late to the party, duel disc on his arm like somehow it would help. He slows from his run to a stop, breath coming a touch fast.

....

"...Is it over?"

[talktothedoll]

"Yes. It exploded after some of the others fought with it." Mort looked rather worn out, and he was seated on a bench, clutching at his chest a bit.

[shiromadoushi]

"Exploded?! Shit---"

The teen hesitated a moment before walking over to the bench. "...Your chest's still hurting?"

[soulsborderline]

Asuka's injuries were, all told, fairly minor. By the time she came around after getting hit in the face, her damage totaled to some nasty cuts on her arms, two sprained wrists, and a concussion that left her eyes unfocused and her mind severely confused at why her arm hurt when she tried to bring it up to rub her head.

"FFffffffffow, what just...ow," was her commentary upon coming to.

[icy_heavens]

Whereas Toushirou had managed to avoid injury entirely. Mostly because there had already been a ton of people attacking the thing and him getting in there would have been pretty pointless.

Now, most people's reaction to watching an injured person would have been some measure of concern. But since the girl didn't look to have been hurt that badly and Toushirou barely knew her?

"That was pretty stupid, you know."

[dominateartimus]

With the monster defeated, Xander was sitting on the grass. He didn't look to be in the greatest of conditions, considering the many cuts that were scattered all over him and his burnt right hand. There were several bruises hidden underneath his clothing, but some of those came from him practicing with his shadow ability. He was trembling as well, but that was from being exposed to the cold mist multiple times. It was his price for getting so close with the monster and going through with his reckless plan.

He wanted a cigarette, but used his replacement lighter in the fight. He was considering using his flame ability again, but he didn't want to further damage his hand. Then again, he was just waiting for someone to approach and lecture or yell at him for his actions.

[synonymouswithdookie]

Ray, who had managed to sprain his bad knee before he'd even reached the monster because he was mad skilled that way, limped his short ass right on over and plopped down on the grass next to Xander. Before bothering with the small talk, he took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a ridiculously long drag from it.

"Dude," he paused to exhale a small cloud of smoke before flopping onto his back because FUCK EVERYTHING, "I don't know what you did, but that was fucking awesome."

Okay, so it wasn't much of a lecture.