PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

[theearth]

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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open

[wirsinddiejager]

[As if the confusion and panic caused by Wise Snake's rampage wasn't enough, there's now a second monster making its way through the city streets. The naked fifty metre giant might be small fry compared to the snake, but it's still a frightening sight, especially as it's roaring in rage and confusion and attacking anything or anyone that catches its eye. There doesn't seem to be any kind of rhyme or reason to its actions, certainly nothing to indicate it's anything but a mindless beast.]

[charcoalfeather]

[This was not good. Not good at all.

Rakka charged down the street, her magic staff in hand. She paused briefly in her blasting of snakes to look up at the wandering monster. The second one today.

She probably wanted to scream or something, but her voice died in her throat.]

[wirsinddiejager]

[Even if she screamed, it would have made little difference. In the cacophony of noises coming from all directions, one scream would just be drowned out. The titan's more reliant on its sight anyway, though it has some trouble telling the tiny figures scurrying about on the ground apart.

It might not even be aiming for her. Perhaps it's trying to attack one of the snakes. Whatever the case, the titan steps down heavily very near Rakka, coming dangerously close to squashing her underfoot and sending debris flying around her.]

[charcoalfeather]

[The force that comes with the massive stomp right next to her is enough to bounce Rakka, and everything not held down around her, off the ground for a few seconds before it all falls down again.

You'd better believe that when Rakka hits the ground, she hits it running. She does not want to be around this thing, even if it might have been an ally. Her lungs were basically aflame as she scrambled off into a nearby building, hoping she could hide from the monster.]

[grannyfucker]

OH, FUCK. OH JESUS CHRIST, OH SHIT.

[Jovan is screaming at the top of his lungs, because he knows that if he doesn't, he's going to start crying. (Despite his best efforts, though, he is still crying through the screaming.) Why does this keep happening to him? Why does his big dumb shitty fucking piece of shit life always lead to him being in the worst possible place at the worst possible time?

He's just trying to get out of what is now a warzone. Honest to god, he just wanted to get some fucking errands done on a peaceful Sunday, and now he is running through a veritable freakshow of danger trying not to die.

Which is when he hears a roar--an incredibly loud, incredibly close roar that he is pretty sure is not coming from the snake. Jovan is frozen in place and looks up to see another giant monster, this one flesh instead of stone.]

SHIT!

[wirsinddiejager]

[Luckily for Jovan, the titan isn't actually paying attention to him. If it was, he'd probably already be a bloody smear on the ground.

Not so luckily, something about the building right next to him seems to be bothering it, as it slams a massive fist into the wall. The first blow does more damage to the titan than the building, but it doesn't seem to care, striking again and again with hands healing even as they're broken.

It doesn't take that many blows before there are pieces of concrete and metal and glass falling down to the street, many of them still steaming with rapidly evaporating blood.]

[grannyfucker]

[Jovan covers his head with his hands, which, as he watches a giant chunk of building fall right over his head, he realizes is the dumbest possible shit you could do in this situation. What are your hands going to do compared to a bunch of cement and brick?

So, it is with a mix of terror and hatred for human instinct that Jovan finds himself crushed by a series of building chunks, followed by a spray of dust and pebbles.

It's as he's frantically screaming and panting for air that he realizes that he's trapped and that he's in so much pain that something must have gotten seriously injured. God damn it. FUCK HIS LIFE.]

Re: open

[hollowleg]

[Jesus Christ.

That was definitely one of the Numbers Club people. He recognized that weird skeletal face, the muscles, the steam; no doubt it was a Titan. Alan's Titan. But much bigger than the last time he saw it. Pretty good firepower against the snake!

Except for the fact that he's not focusing at all. Shiro growls and yells at Toshirou, saying he'll be right back. Alan was his annoying, shouty little bro. And he needed to stop him from making even more of a mess of things.

This was the highest Shiro had ever climbed in the air, and it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach. But he couldn't lose his lunch now. He positions himself in front of Alan, dispelling his sword and removing his mask so he could see who it was]

ALAN! Get a hold of yourself, you big dumbass! Your target is the SNAKE!

[wirsinddiejager]

[The titan pauses, squinting at Shiro. It's hard to tell if there's any kind of recognition; it tilts its head when he yells at it, but that might be more from curiosity than actually understanding the words.

Curiosity, or maybe irritation.

Considering the hand that swings up to swat Shiro out of the air as soon as he closes his mouth, the correct answer was probably irritation.]

[hollowleg]

[Oops. Shiro makes an honest effort to get out of the way; he does! But the Titan moves way faster than something its size should be able to. So swatted he is. Right into the ground!

Where he leaves a crater.

So much for that.

Shiro feels like every bone in his body is broken. And that's probably because they are. He's just gonna... lie here. And heal.

And once he's done doing that?

This brat is so dead]

[not_good_not_wicked]

Her strongest spells having had little effect on Wise Snake, Marisa had backed off to reconsider her options. She came lightly down on top of some kind of office building a few blocks away and leaned against an industrial sized air conditioner to catch her breath.

That was when she heard the roaring. She slowly turned around to see the side of the titan's head.

"What the FUCK is that!?"

[wirsinddiejager]

Yelling right near the titan's head may have not been the smartest idea. It turns to look at Marisa, narrowing its eyes as it seems to consider what to do with her. Very quickly, it comes to a decision and reaches a massive hand up to swat at her.

Luckily for her, the building is high enough that the titan can't quite reach her and hits the rooftop a few feet away from her instead.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Even the near miss made her stumble into the air conditioner to stop from falling on her ass. Sheer terror powered adrenaline got her through the casting ritual faster than she had ever managed before as, before the titan could do anything else to her, she whipped the mini-hakkero around and blasted it in the face with an enormous laser.

It wasn't a very good Master Spark, though. This one was wobbly and unstable looking, and the beam was less intense. Enough so that you could look through it and see things on the other side.

[wirsinddiejager]

It may not have been a very good Master Spark, but it was enough to melt off a good chunk of the titan's face. Bellowing with pain, it stumbled back a few steps. Huge plumes of steam were coming off its injuries, but even through them it was clear that it was already healing. It was blinded for the moment, though, leaving it flailing wildly in Marisa's direction.

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Is EVERYTHING spark-proof today!?"

Marisa jumped into the air as a massive hand flew through where she had been a split second before. She almost made it too. Her left leg was hanging down, and it got clipped, sending her spinning through the air before landing again on her back. The air burst from her lungs with a gasp, leaving her unable to breathe for a few seconds, but at least she was out of arms reach of the Titan for the moment.

[wirsinddiejager]

The titan kept trying to reach her for a few moments, but seemed to realise that it wasn't getting to her and turned its attention downwards. It bashed the wall of the building with its fists over and over again, making the rooftop shake. Maybe it was smart enough to try getting to her by collapsing the building, or maybe it had already forgotten about her. Either way, it wouldn't take long before the roof would collapse.

[not_good_not_wicked]

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Marisa finally managed to gasp in a breath. She sat up, shook her head free of stars just in time for the rooftop to start shaking violently. She reached out for her broom, which bounded over to her from where it had landed like an excited puppy. From there, she kind of flopped onto her noble steed, which bore her slowly and drunkenly into the sky, out of reach of the titan's rage.

[dirtdevil]

[ Somehow he just knows this has to be Alan. Which is odd, considering it's not exactly a dead ringer. Similar hair, maybe, and similar... voice volume. But he had definitely expected him to have considerably more control over his meatmonster costume, and all evidence now seems to point to him having none whatsoever.

Great. Alan is just making this worse. He yells out his name a couple of times, as if he could hear it over the world falling apart around him, and even then would he be able to parse it at all? So it's time for a decision. He isn't far from his tiny, shitty downtown apartment if he starts running now. In said shitty apartment there is something he isn't very good at using, but it's the only way he can think of to do something about Alan. If he puts it on and tries to get near him, would Alan just whack him away like a mosquito? Or maybe even worse?

Yeah, fuck it. Standing around like a dumbass isn't going to solve anything or save any lives, possibly even his own. He turns around and takes off running in the other direction. But he'll be back. Unless a building falls on him en route. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[And while Levi runs, Alan just continues to wreck things. At least every now and then he's getting one or two of the mini snakes in between bashing buildings and cars and people.]

[dirtdevil]

[ No dude for real don't even worry about it, you go ahead and do tens of thousands of dollars in property damage, there are plenty of other cities in the world so no one will be too upset if one of them just straight up falls over right?

In any case, 15-20 minutes later he's back and ready to... shit, what is he going to do? He had a glimpse of the big endboss snake on his way back and immediately came to the conclusion there was pretty much 100% chance of death there, so trying to help Alan find all his lost marbles is the next best thing he can come up with.

He's never used the 3DMG to do anything but mess around practicing, but he's got a weird, instinctual feeling that he can do this. It's made more difficult by the fact that many of the surrounding buildings are no longer structurally sound, but as soon as Alan happens to pass by one without utterly destroying it, he springs up into action. From the side of the building he aims and fires at Alan, anchoring himself in his back. Propelling forward, he aims to land on his head, but ends up cutting it too low and thus finds himself on the back of his neck. He has another odd instinct that this is the exact spot where he's supposed to be, but he's not trying to kill Alan. So he grabs on to Alan's hair and holds on for dear life, realizing far too late he may have possibly overestimated his newly-acquired skill.

In other words, there is a small person in Alan's hair trying not to die. Don't worry, he totally meant to do that. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[The titan doesn't even notice the tiny human latching onto its neck and taking a ride in its hair. It's really fucking dumb like that.

That said, this is going to be one bumpy-ass ride as the thing throws its head around and roars and punches things. Holding on may not be the easiest thing ever.]

[dirtdevil]

[ This is awful. Literally the worst thing that has ever happened to anyone. Alan's hair probably isn't even clean. God damn it. How can he get him to calm his rageboner (metaphorical rageboner of course, considering 1) there's nothing down there and 2) he can't get hard anyway)?

Let's try hitting him in the head a bunch of times. ]

God [ whack ] damn it [ whack ] Alan [ whack ] you stupid [ whack ] asshole—

[ Okay, that's clearly not gonna do it. Also, he's starting to get nauseous from such a bumpy ride, and this titan smells like meat. It may be time to get off this crazy train before it gets even worse. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[gg Levi you've made the titan notice you. He stops and spends a few moments spinning his head around comically trying to get a look at what's hanging on him. Whee, it's like a swing!

When that doesn't work, the next option is SWAT AT IT which in this case mean HIT YOURSELF IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD SO HARD YOUR HANDS BREAK UNTIL THE IRRITANT IS GONE.]

[dirtdevil]

[ Oh god oh Jesus why did he do this. Why did he do this. It's all he can do to not vomit uncontrollably, but the priority now is not getting squashed against this asshole's giant head. I mean, this titan couldn't possibly be stupid enough to punch itself in the head trying to get at him, right?

Right?

Wrong. It's time to blow this popsicle stand. At this rate Alan will have no hands nor head, and the only thing that could make this worse is a headless titan running around and doing even more gratuitous property damage. So he springs the fuck out of there after just barely dodging a giant steaming hand, making a mental note that should they both survive this catastrophe they need to have a serious talk. Preferably without Octavia threatening to strangle him if he says the wrong thing.

Anyway, see you later, Alan. Try not to kill yourself. ]