savetheearth | PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

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PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

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The wake of Wise Snake was filled with subordinate, presumably less wise snakes, thrashing about in anger and causing chaos. One trio of smaller snakes was about to descend on a group of cornered civilians when an unseen force halted them in their tracks, then slowly started lifting them into the air.

Behind them, and about ten feet up in the air, was a huge figure, with horns, hooves, claws, glowing red eyes, and an aura of dark power swirling around it. It had one hand outstretched towards the snakes. As some appropriate background music kicked in, it spoke with a deep voice.

"You think you can just do as you please? And right in the middle of the lunch rush, too. Just for that, I'm not going to hold back."

[OOC: the music isn't ICly audible. It's just badass and seemed fitting for the scene.]

Edited 2014-03-02 02:54 (UTC)

It was that aura of pure, dark energy that attracted Shiro. After the alien was defeated and exploded, Shiro had been overcome with a fierce urge to fight. To attack. To win. And that dark power that Sam was exuding was like a drug. Something deep inside of him stirred, something he'd long suppressed. He used to love to fight. Then he stopped. Why had he stopped?

Didn't matter.

He was back in the game now.

There's a black streak and all three of the discombobulated, elevated snakes are sliced in half cleanly. The culprit lands on the ground nearby, a huge sword in hand and a white skull mask over his face.

"Thanks for holding them still for me, hehehehe!!"

Sam's reaction was less primal, marginally. This wasn't food, but it was a challenger. High on magic and power, Sam didn't feel the need to think too hard, so instead he just did what came naturally: Be a grandiose fuck.

"Stealing food from the mouth of a king? That takes courage."

The full force of his glare settled on Shiro, those glowing eyes digging into his mind and trying to overcome his will. Shiro had more than enough power to resist, but the attempt was there all the same.

"Also a healthy dose of stupidity."

And Shiro doesn't need to think hard to go to his true nature himself; a snarky upstart with too much power in his immature hands.

"The 'king' is too slow! Early birds get the worms," he cackles, the sound reverberating. The feeling of those eyes on him, though, makes him feel cold inside. Violated. So instead of giving in, he pushes back with all the force of his newly recovered reiatsu. It's just as dark and gives the distinct impression of being hunted by a predator. It also turns up the gravity to 11.

"We'll see whose the real king around here."

Sam's fight or flight instinct was triggered, and it was stuck on fight. If a mental competition wasn't going to work, he had no problem going physical. He raised his hand as, behind him, three cars lifted into the air. "You'd be a good servant, if I didn't have to kill you."

He made a throwing motion, and the cars hurled themselves at Shiro in rapid succession.

Oh, this was going to be fun. Shiro Nakamura wasn't really at home, now. It was all Zangetsu, all the Hollow, deep within. Well, not so deep right now. Shiro doesn't even think. He lets his body, his soul, do what it knows how to do best.

Mentally checking out is the best thing that could have happened. The cars are big, and fast, but Shiro simply jumps way higher than he has any right to be able to, jumping on the hood of one car to the roof of the next, then vaulting off of that to bonk Sam on the head with the flat of his sword, skidding to a stop midair behind him.

"Hehehe!! Tag! You're it, slow poke!"

Man, he hadn't had this much fun since he was a kid. Somewhere, the human part of Shiro that was so used to being in control was freaking out. But in the heat of battle, that part could sit down and shut up and drink his goddamn tea. This was the monster's show.

A snake rears up to strike at the airborne former sword-spirit, and in his playful arrogance, Shiro misses it. It grabs him around the ankle and drags him down.

"Hey!! Screw off, I'm not playing with you right now!!"

It's true, Shiro is FAR faster than Sam. He flinched as the sword bonked him on the head, but after a moment realized he wasn't injured. "Cocky little bastard, aren't you?"

He laughed when Shiro got caught by the snake. He knew he was destined to win, for what should happen after his foe proved to be more agile than him than something should bind him in place? Providence! He reached out with one hand and made a squeezing motion. Shiro and the snake suddenly found an invisible force squeezing down on both of them

Oh god fucking dammit. Why did he have to get caught at a moment like this? The pain from the snake holding on to his foot compounds with the pain from being squeezed. Blue blood spurts from his mouth as something inside breaks.

He squirms against the energy, growling ferociously as he does so. He snarls and glares at Sam. Instinctively, he unleashes a wave of energy, searing hot and dark as hell. While it doesn't actually bind Sam, the effect of all the extra energy in the air makes it seem like gravity has been multiplied, spirit energy pushing in on all sides.

"Put me DOWN, you cheat!!"

"As if I-ghrgk!"

Sam's retort was cut short by the explosion of energy. It's true the mass chaos and panic in the city streets was restoring his power constantly, but he was still having to use it as fast as it was coming in just to stay off the ground. "T-that's a little trickier."

Shiro, meanwhile, is pulling on a completely internal source. And that source was like a broken damn that he had no idea how to control or patch. He lets out a distorted scream.

"I SAID PUT ME DOWN!!"

With another burst of energy, he breaks Sam's hold. He's breathing hard from the exertion, and hopping mad.

"No tricks!! You bastard!" Shiro takes a moment to slice through the offending snake with an arc of black energy. "AND YOU GO AWAY!!"

JUST THEN a whirlwind of violence comes passing through with approximately zero regard for either combatant. Swearing and the sound of blade against blade can be heard.

Sam may find one of the voices familiar.

"Skank!"

The Roaming Ball of Violence that is Stockeline and Raye comes rolling on through the site of Sam and Shiro's showdown, a blur of red and blue, raining sparks all around it as blades crash together in a rapid-fire cacophony of insanity and petty anger.

Anything that finds its unfortunate self too close to the madness is promptly shredded in a process that could best be described as buzzsawing. Whether that be snake statues, parked cars, lampposts, mailboxes, or whatever.

Another voice rings out over the clashing to match Angeline's.

"Bitch!"

Well that sure was the last thing he was expecting. Sam stopped psychically headlocking Shiro to stare at the two ladies fighting.

After a moment he gave Shiro a sidelong glance, with a look that said "Are you seeing this shit?"

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Angeline (or Stocking?) had since learned she couldn't do diddly squat against Wise Snake, so she focused her annoyance that she couldn't do diddly squat against Wise Snake on Wise Snake's scale snakes instead.

Alas, she hadn't very much regard for the inhabitants of the city she was trying to protect. Sam might have felt another acute spike of fear in his vicinity as Stockeline narrowly avoided sending a smaller snake flying into a man in a dirtied business suit.

The snake might have, in fact, narrowly grazed Sam, too.

Sam's moment of being all mysterious and cool was ruined by getting spun around in the air by whatever it was Angeline had just done to the snake. He looked around wildly, before eventually settling on her.

"The hell was that!? Watch where you're throwing those things, dumbass!"

Stockeline was just about ready to take off and find another snake to trash when Sam yelled at her. She looked over her shoulder, a thinly-veiled glare of annoyance directed at him.

"Are your eyes broken? It was a snake."

"I can see that, numbskull, I meant why is it flying through the air at me like a cannonball?"

"It's not my problem if you're in the wa--"

That interruption would be courtesy the Echo she just got off of Sam. Her expression twists into full blown irritation, then disgust as she remembers a demon named Corset with a fetish for bondage.

"What the fuck! You just made me remember some freaky bondage guy!"

"That's no excuse to try and commit homicide with giant snakes, you snakicidal ass!" Sam yelled back, pointing accusingly. All four snakes, the original three and the one Angeline had added were now being held down against the ground by Sam's telekinetic power, allowing the normals in the area to escape safely.

"Like I said," she started, completely ignoring the fleeing civilians and the telekinetically held down snakes, "it's not my problem if you're in the way. Move faster next time."

If Angeline's personality still existed at this moment, the power of her embarrassment would have fueled her half-way to China already.

Edited 2014-03-03 08:01 (UTC)

The irritated disdain, the vaguely threatening attitude...It all sounded familiar somehow. Like someone he had met long ago.

In a flash it came to him. Hate filled eyes, long hair, plate mail, and that damned holy sword (The irony of describing a holy sword as damned was not lost on him.). The hero that had defeated him!

"I don't believe this! You made me-"

One of the snakes shook loose for a moment, interrupting him. He glared down at it and there was a shock of force that slammed it into the ground in the center of a circle of cracks as he shouted "Stay DOWN!"

He coughed, "You made me remember someone, too!"

Stockeline watched with continued impassiveness. Without an immediate threat, the notion to lend a hand with the snakes didn't even cross her mind.

She crossed her swords behind her head, brow arching in mild interest. "Oh? Another Angel?"

The Angel called Panty?

"Something like that. She was just as rude as you, at least."

No she wasn't.

"But maybe you can prove me wrong. Wanna cut these losers' heads off while I've got them held down?"

The insult rolled right off her back.

She considered his offer for half a second, then lowered her arms. "Hmph. A Demon asking an Angel for help?" she asked, smiling unkindly. "You must not have a lot of pride."

Regardless, after a series of slashes from her katanas, the snakes looked like they'd been through the ringer. This didn't seem to go according to plan, as Stockeline looked at her swords, brows furrowed. She'd meant to dice them up completely, but none of her slashes had actually sliced a snake all the way through.

She made a cry of surprise. "It's chipped!"

Edited 2014-03-04 04:25 (UTC)

He folded his arms impatiently as she set to work. "Don't get carried away. A few months ago we were both regular humans. And right now neither of us want to see Locke City torn down by a weird Godzilla knock-off."

When she failed to properly dispatch the snakes, he snorted and added on "Some holy avengers those are."