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. ]

Comments

[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. ]