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

harper will be tagging in, then toss us an npc please!

[decelerate]

[ off to the side, there's one cool kid (with wings) who doesn't look all that bothered by what just went down. on the outside, at least. sure, the adrenaline might be to blame for that, and it's not like he had any time to really worry about anything else (he feels bad, he still can't stop thinking about aria and how he let her die), but now that it's all over... the exhaustion is creeping in.

that doesn't seem to stop him from getting interested at the media crew that started to gather, eyes flicking over to where his twin sister is before gesturing that maybe they should go over there. ]

Yo, Harper! We should say hi or something.

[ without even waiting for harper to say anything, he's already making his way closer. he's not even thinking about what a bad idea this really is. ]

[duette]

[ Meanwhile, that is definitely a mega-frilly magical girl talking on her cellphone in the background. For a moment she's not entirely listening to Dallen, instead sounding as if she's placating someone — "We're okay, really, I promise, we'll be home, I'll explain everything..." — before she ends the call with a relieved smile.

No, it's best not to ask where she was keeping that phone. ]

Thank goodness... Dallen, Mom and Dad are —

[ Once she has the room to pay attention, she turns, expression hardening in an instant. ]

Just where do you think you're going! [ WHY ARE YOU NOT LISTENING, MAKING HER FOLLOW YOU TO NAG ] You can't just...

[savethenpcs]

[ A wild bundled-up reporter appears!

She's not sure what to be more fazed by: the boy's wings or the girl's clothes. No matter! She puts on her best game face. ]

Excuse me, you two, but do you have a few minutes to talk about what just transpired?

[decelerate]

[ cool. it sounds like mom and dad are fine, and harper is mad at him. just another typical day in his life, he supposes. the new stuff includes the snake, and the reporter headed their way.

time to indulge her a little! ]

Sure. We got nowhere else to be right now.

[ except home, but that can wait five more minutes, right? ]

[duette]

[ In all the commotion, Rhythm's attention has been so divided (and preoccupied on finding out if her house was still standing), that she hasn't noticed all the media. Blinking at the reporter, and then across to Dallen, she trots up beside him. ]

Like, on TV?

[ (That wasn't a no.) ]