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

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa shot a grin over her shoulder.

"Sorry folks, looks like my grand vizier has advised against giving an interview at this time."

[paradiseshrinemaiden]

"Idiot." Reimu replied grumpily, tugging on Marisa's arm. She wasn't exactly encouraging the miko to be nice about her injured ankle. "You saying dumb things like that is exactly why you shouldn't be talking to them."

"Seeing as you're already determined to make a spectacle of yourself anyway, you can just start floating again if that ankle's really bothering you so much. Now stop screwing around and let's get out of here."

She sighed loudly and continued to drag Marisa off. Ugh, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Her family was going to have a fit if/when they saw that. She had no idea how her father was going to react.

[not_good_not_wicked]

"Fine fine. I don't think we're gonna get away from them on the ground anyways."

She slowly lifted into the air again, following Reimu's lead.

[paradiseshrinemaiden]

Reimu tch'd at that. Marisa was right of course. So she also took to the air as she continued leading Marisa away.

"Alright, better go find where everyone else went off to."

[not_good_not_wicked]

"I heard something about Shawarma."

Marisa's stomach gurgled at the thought of food. She suddenly realized she felt like she hadn't eaten in years.